Lady Kali Vidya d'Orien

A young, self-assured noble of house Orien.


Lady Kali Vidya d’Orien, level 1
Human, Sorcerer
Spell Source: Wild Magic
Background: Dancer (Acrobatics as class skill)

Str 13, Con 11, Dex 16, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 18.

Str 13, Con 11, Dex 16, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 16.

AC: 15 Fort: 12 Reflex: 14 Will: 17
HP: 23 Surges: 6 Surge Value: 5

Diplomacy +9, Arcana +5, Athletics +6, Acrobatics +8, Insight +4

Bluff +4, Dungeoneering -1, Endurance, Heal -1, History, Intimidate +4, Nature -1, Perception -1, Religion, Stealth +3, Streetwise +4, Thievery +3

Campaign Bonus: Mark of Passage
Human: Sorcerous Blade Channeling
Level 1: Armor Proficiency (Leather)

Sorcerer at-will 1: Chaos Bolt
Sorcerer at-will 1: Storm Walk
Bonus At-Will Power: Dragonfrost
Sorcerer daily 1: Shocking Magnetism
Sorcerer encounter 1: Pinning Bolt

Adventurer’s Kit, Dagger, Fine Clothing, Leather Armor, Arcane Signet Ring


Part I – Childhood

Daughter of Lady Parvati and Lord Ganish Vidya d’Orien, Kali has so far led a life of privilege and luxury befitting such a wealthy and influential family. Her father was a renowned artificer, and head of House Orien’s arcane research division.

Kali was brought up in the Vidya country manor, not far from Sharn, by her mother Parvati and the family’s various servants. Parvati was a strict mother, but prepared Kali well for the high-flying life of a dragonmarked heir of House Orien. She taught her proper etiquette, how to talk to nobles, and how to get her way in the world of royal families and dragonmarked houses. She learnt history, draconic, politics, and the arts from private tutors from the University of Wynarn. Her Mark had blessed her with extraordinary grace, and so she was also allowed to learn dance from an eminent House Phiarlan teacher.

Her father, Ganish, spent most of his time working in the House Orien enclave in Passage, and so took less of a part in Kali’s upbringing. When he was present, however, he doted on his daughter, and she would listen intently as he told her of his work, of magic and science. As she got older, Ganish would occasionally take Kali to the enclave to see his work first hand. She was fascinated by how elementals, seemingly untameable beasts of pure, chaotic energy, could be bound and their power harnessed for all sorts of different things.

On the 20th Olarune, 994YK, when she was 17, her father took her and her mother to Passage to witness the culmination of a project he had been working on for several years – a new power source, using a combination of traditional elemental binding and portal magic to create tiny portals to the elemental chaos itself, with the potential to draw great power. Far away, in Cyre, a dead-gray mist roils across the land engulfing all before it.

The experiment was a tragic disaster. The energy released was indeed enormous, but the methods used to control it were insufficient. The instability caused the apparatus to start spewing forth raw elemental power. Flame engulfed the laboratory, bolts of lightning shooting from the chaos to fry people and equipment alike to a crisp. Huge thunderous booms shattered walls, and the researchers found their blood freezing solid in their veins while they skin was flayed off by the fire.

They found Kali buried under a pile of rubble. Checking for signs of life, a House porter wiped a frozen tear from her eye, and leaped a foot in the air when his hand brushed her long hair, and received a massive electric shock. Her skin was too hot to touch, but somehow unburned. And she was breathing.

Part II – Awakening

Kali was the only survivor. Her parents’ bodies were never found. With the team and its leader gone, and the test of the prototype such a failure, House Orien discontinued the project, concluding that it was obviously too unstable a technique to be viable.

As she recovered for her ordeal, Kali found herself changed. Overcome with grief for her lost parents, but also something else. A feeling of power inside her. Chaotic, unpredictable. It would take different forms – sometimes like a fire raging inside her, straining to get out. Sometimes it would feel as if she was charged with electricity, like the lightning rail of her House. She identified ten such feelings: some elemental forces like she had seen used in artificers’ creations, and some more disturbing. There were even days when Kali felt that the force of death itself resided within her.

These feelings intensified as time went on, and began to affect her mood, even her appearance. She might wake up one morning with icy blue hair that is cool to the touch, and a cold, detached demeanour. When the servants started to ask questions about her health, she consulted a House Jorasco doctor. He could not determine what was happening to her, but suggested she ask a scholar, someone schooled in the arcane. She contacted her old tutor from the University of Wynarn, and he came to the manor, with one of his wizard colleagues. They came to the conclusion that she was manifesting some kind of latent arcane power, and arranged for her to take lessons to learn to control it.

Meanwhile, Kali, now an attractive, if somewhat unbalanced young lady, spent a lot of time living in her penthouse in Sharn, consorting with the rich and famous, as her mother had taught her. She made good friends with some people in House Phiarlan, and impressed them enough with her dancing that they asked if she would like to take part in some of their stage shows. House Phiarlan got the prestige of an important, not to mention talented dragonmarked heir appearing in their shows, and Kali enjoyed the thrill of performing and the attention that came with it. She gained a reputation for being something of a diva. She would wear striking outfits to match the colour of her hair, and frequently appear in the papers for her latest antics.

At home, guided by her tutor, she tried to learn to channel and control her power. She quickly grasped the basics, and could create powerful blasts of energy to rival even quite experienced wizards. However, it became increasingly clear that she was not capable of the precision or control that the wizard was trying to tech her, and, in fact, that his input was having little effect on her progress. In her eyes, he was slowing her down – telling her to temper the power when she was sure she could take more.

One day, Kali woke up with the familiar feeling of electrical current crackling through her veins, and blue-white hair that would occasionally spark. As she often did on such days, she went down to the lightning rail station, to sit by the conductor stones. They made her feel more stable, centred her thoughts. She liked to discharge small bolts of lightning into them (it was a good way to practise – they provided a sort of safety net, as they could absorb excess energy). She also enjoyed feeling the presence of the bound elementals as the trains passed by. She felt a sort of kinship with them.

As she looked over the various bits of equipment in the restricted areas of the station, she thought of her father. She had asked before, of course, if the House would consider continuing his research, but always they would say that it was too dangerous, that no-one could think of a way to control that sort of power. Except me, she thought. She did not take very much interest in the day to day activities of the House, and decided that the only chance her father’s work had of seeing the light of day again was her. With no idea where to start, she resolved to join an adventuring group that she had heard was being formed by the Twelve. After all, she had always liked the sound of adventuring – the danger, the excitement. And a group of other dragonmarked heirs might actually be worthy of her attention.

Lady Kali Vidya d'Orien

Dragonmarked! Lycastus