Sari Vylae

A small bundle of crazy


Sari Vylae, level 5
Elf, Seeker|Ranger
Seeker’s Bond (Hybrid): Bloodbond (Hybrid)
Hybrid Seeker: Hybrid Seeker Reflex
Hybrid Ranger: Hybrid Ranger Fortitude
Hybrid Talent: True Seeker’s Bond
Background: Auspicious Birth (Auspicious Birth Benefit)

Str 12, Con 12, Dex 19, Int 10, Wis 19, Cha 8.

Str 12, Con 12, Dex 16, Int 10, Wis 16, Cha 8.

AC: 20 Fort: 14 Reflex: 17 Will: 16
HP: 51 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 12

Perception +14, Nature +13, Stealth +11, Acrobatics +11

Arcana +2, Bluff +1, Diplomacy +1, Dungeoneering +6, Endurance +3, Heal +6, History +2, Insight +5, Intimidate +1, Religion +2, Streetwise +1, Thievery +6, Athletics +3

Level 1: Weapon Proficiency (Greatbow)
Level 2: Weapon Expertise (Bow)
Level 4: Hybrid Talent

Hybrid at-will 1: Biting Swarm
Hybrid at-will 1: Twin Strike
Hybrid encounter 1: Spider Spirits
Hybrid daily 1: Sure Shot
Hybrid utility 2: Far Sight
Hybrid encounter 3: Disruptive Strike
Hybrid daily 5: Ensnaring Shot

Rebounding Greatbow +1, The Coat of Eyes, Bracers of the Perfect Shot (heroic tier), Adventurer’s Kit, Dagger (5), Identification Papers with Portrait, Arrows (90)

Lv. 2 – Eagle Eye Goggles
Lv. 6 – Bracers of Archery
Lv. 7 – Boots of the Fencing Master
Lv. 7 – Rebounding Greatbow + 2
Lv. 8 – Steadfast Amulet + 2


Physical Description

Sari is slightly below average female height and weight, being 5’4" and weighing 125 lb. She has a fairly slim build, tanned skin, and piercing blue eyes. She has light brown hair tied in a braid that goes down to about the bottom of her shoulder blades. Typically she’ll wear traditional seeker facepaint, painting two thick red lines over her eyes with a chalky powder made from crushed beetles. She carries around an enchanted bow that is as tall as her and keeps five daggers in a belt tied around her leg in case of emergency. She also has a leather belt quiver.

Attached to her torso is the Coat of Eyes, a horrifying mass of darkness and eyes, which acts as her armor. No amount of physical force can remove it.


Fraternal twin to Caelin, Sari was born in a small farming community outside the city of Keth, in the nation of Valenar. Born minutes after her brother, Sari was struck by a bolt of lightning only moments after she was born. She wasn’t harmed by the lighting but the locals interpreted this as a sign that she was to have a cursed fate.

Growing up, Sari felt a disconnect to the world around her. Children were told to keep their distance, ignorant adults were always blaming her for problems in the community; missing crops, vandalism, violent storms and anything else they felt they could blame on her. Sari essentially became a scapegoat for anything that had gone wrong around her. The only thing she really felt she had that was special to her was her family, especially Caelin. Caelin was always defending his sister, staying by her side no matter what and though she’ll never admit it, she really appreciated all her did for her all those years ago.

Sari always felt a strong connection with nature and would often go for long walks alone into the wilderness at night, despite her mother’s warnings. At the age of eight, during one of her walks Sari found a wounded Valenarian soldier in the middle of field of tall grass. He had several arrows lodged in his chest and was pleading for her to remove them. She simply stared at him, not making a sound, in eager anticipation to witness her first true death. She’d caught and dissected rodents and insects before, but had never seen a humanoid die before her. Reaching out to her, the warrior faded away. Sari picked up the soldier’s bow and quiver, plucked out the arrows from the corpse and went home for the night.

The next night Sari went out to try her new toy. She picked a tree deep within the forest and named it “Pincushion.” Trying to draw back the bow, she found that she didn’t possess the strength for it. She struggled and struggled, but every day was the same, and it went this way every night for months. Over a year after Sari found the bow, she had finally managed to pull it back and was quickly filling Pincushion with holes. She started bringing her brother with her, wanting to share her passion with somebody who she felt understood her. He loved it as well and the two would practice sometimes until dawn at hitting targets they would set for one another.

As they grew and started military training, Sari and Caelin were far and away the best archers for their age. In their teenage years Caelin began making friends and spending time away from home but Sari continued to focus on her passion. She began hunting animals for sport, often wounding them to the point where they could no longer move and firing a few point blank shots so she could look into their eyes as life left them.

One night she stumbled upon a wolf. She lined up a shot at its shoulder, but before she could fire he charged her and pinned her to the ground. The wolf then transformed into a scraggly-looking elf and introduced himself as Armen. Armen warned Sari that her excessive hunting was making the primal spirits unhappy and that he wished to train her to use the primal gifts she had been given so that she could someday become a defender of all that is natural. Sari was a willing apprentice, meeting Armen every night in secret, teaching her of the elven way of the seeker: learning to combine her passion of archery with the energies inside of her. She may have been eager to learn, but she didn’t care to be a guardian of the wilds. When she felt she’d learned enough, she stopped seeing Armen and went back to her ways of slaughter and violence. Armen never interfered.

As soon as they were of age to serve in the High King’s army, Caelin suggested they join a small unit scouting the Ravar Orioth. She felt underwhelmed by the suggestion and instead proposed that they left Valenar and went perhaps to Breland where they were buying Valenar mercenaries for their army. Caelin was unable to understand his sister’s lust for battle. Perhaps because it isn’t a lust for battle, it’s a lust to kill.

Sari Vylae

Khyber's Gate Wyrmling