This cheerful priest of The Bacchanal always seeks to put on a good show, no matter what he may be doing.


Dante, level 1 Half-Elf, Bard Bardic Virtue: Virtue of Prescience Background: Occupation – Entertainer (+2 to Bluff)

FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 8, Con 13, Dex 10, Int 13, Wis 16, Cha 18.

AC: 17 Fort: 11 Reflex: 13 Will: 15 HP: 25 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 6

TRAINED SKILLS Arcana +6, Bluff +11, Insight +10, Streetwise +9, Diplomacy +11, Religion +6

UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics, Dungeoneering +4, Endurance +1, Heal +4, History +2, Intimidate +5, Nature +4, Perception +4, Stealth, Thievery, Athletics -1

FEATS Bard: Ritual Caster Level 1: Initiate of the Faith

POWERS Bard at-will 1: Cutting Words Bard at-will 1: Misdirected Mark Dilettante: Sacred Flame Bard encounter 1: Prophetic Action Bard daily 1: Stirring Shout

ITEMS Ritual Book, Chainmail, Light Shield, Implement, Wand, Backpack (empty), Bedroll, Flint and Steel, Holy Symbol, Pouch, Belt (empty), Rations, Trail (10), Sunrod (2), Waterskin RITUALS Comprehend Language, Unseen Servant

Blessed by Dreams [Gate Pass] You have helped the Gate Pass temples to manage the annual Festival of Dreams holiday parade, and last year you were promised good fortune. Benefit: You gain a +2 bonus to Religion checks. Once per day you may reroll a single saving throw made by you or any ally within 5 squares of you, taking the second result instead. This saving throw uses your own bonuses or penalties to the roll, even if you are making it for an ally. Using this feat does not trigger any effects normally triggered by making a saving throw. Special: You gain this feat as a bonus feat if your character begins at 1st level affiliated with the Gate Pass temples.


A young man born, yet not quite so, Found his’self in need to know. For all men born must have a place, So after his did he so chase.

A tavern chanced upon by he, By whim, by fate, a divine decree. His feet they moved, his place did wait, And thus it began upon the Gate.

The stage was his, for all could see, Struck then, he did, a melody. His voice rang true, the chords, resound, The crowd enrapt’d by his sound.

A cresendo hit, then last note hang, In open ears the final note still rang. A moment passed, a note of still, Then crowd erupts with place fulfill’d.

Hear him now, the not yet man, He sings still now where it all began. So come all ye of countenance pall And enjoy the wonders of The Bacchanal!

Written and performed by Dante, Priest of the Bacchanal


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