Post by vigean on Mar 26, 2011 22:15:14 GMT 8
Sorrvan Kaleun (Kal), level 2
Human, Rogue
Rogue Tactics: Brutal Scoundrel
Weapon Talent: Rogue Weapon Talent
Background: Cormyr (Wheloon) Benefit
STARING ROLLED SCORES
Str 15, Con 14, Dex 18, Int 13, Wis 13, Cha 14
FINAL ROLLED SCORES
Str 15, Con 14, Dex 20, Int 13, Wis 13, Cha 14
AC: 18 Fort: 14 Reflex: 19 Will: 14
HP: 31 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 7
TRAINED SKILLS
Acrobatics +12, Athletics +8, Bluff +8, Insight +7, Perception +7, Stealth +11, Thievery +13
UNTRAINED SKILLS
Arcana +2, Diplomacy +3, Dungeoneering +2, Endurance +3, Heal +2, History +2, Intimidate +3, Nature +2, Religion +2, Streetwise +3
FEATS
Human: Light Blade Expertise
Level 1: Backstabber
Level 2: Quick Draw
BASIC ATTACKS
Melee Basic Attack: +9 vs AC, 1d4 +3 dmg (Distance Dagger +1)
Ranged Basic Attack: +12 vs AC, 1d4 +6 dmg, range 10/20 (Distance Dagger +1)
POWERS
Rogue at-will 1: Clever Strike
Rogue at-will 1: Acrobatic Strike
Bonus at-will Power: Sly Flourish
Rogue encounter 1: Dazing Strike
Rogue daily 1: Blinding Barrage
Rogue utility 2: Sneak In The Attack[encounter]
ITEMS
Adventurer's Kit, Leather Armor, Dagger, Shuriken (5), Thieves' Tools, Acrobat Boots (heroic tier), Distance Dagger +1
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The Mighty Bear Song. A tavern that I've heard mentioned numerous times today on the streets of Suzail. A favored place to gather for locals and travelers alike. The perfect place to start looking.
As I push open its doors and step inside, the familiar stench of sweat, pipe-smoke and cheap ale assaults my nose. Several patrons turn to regard me, but none take particular concern of my entrance and quickly return to their drinking and dice.
The lively tavern continues to play on around me. A triumphant shout rises from a table of cards in the center of the room. A stocky dwarf drains the remaining contents of his mug in victory, then gestures for a wench to bring another. The others at his table bury their heads in calloused hands. The dwarf greedily shovels the pile of coin on the table into a sack.
Such a heavy load to be carrying by himself. I should offer to relieve him of his burden later tonight.
Taking a seat at the corner of the bar, I toss the keeper a few coins and he promptly exchanges them for a frosty mug. His welcoming grin and plump stature evident of the comfortable life he's lived. He engages me in conversation as he wipes the counter top with a stained rag, but i only feign interest in his drivel. My business here is not with him.
An epic is being sung onstage by the bard. "Valiance of the Purple Dragons". Captivated listeners roar as one as they violently lift mugs in cheer to their name.
They place so much value and faith in their famed knights. They believe this kingdom and its dragons to be a living testament to justice and honor. A shining light to contest the growing darkness of the world around it.
Ignorant cattle.
A shadow shifts in the corner of the room and my hand subtly shifts to the dagger under my cloak. Clearly the Purple Dragons aren't as thorough as they believe themselves to be.
The shadow makes no further moves. Not one of theirs then.
I return my attention to the tavern's clients, my hand still at the hilt of my blade.
A few prospective options, but i shall watch them for a while longer.
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minus the lightsabers of course =D
Human, Rogue
Rogue Tactics: Brutal Scoundrel
Weapon Talent: Rogue Weapon Talent
Background: Cormyr (Wheloon) Benefit
STARING ROLLED SCORES
Str 15, Con 14, Dex 18, Int 13, Wis 13, Cha 14
FINAL ROLLED SCORES
Str 15, Con 14, Dex 20, Int 13, Wis 13, Cha 14
AC: 18 Fort: 14 Reflex: 19 Will: 14
HP: 31 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 7
TRAINED SKILLS
Acrobatics +12, Athletics +8, Bluff +8, Insight +7, Perception +7, Stealth +11, Thievery +13
UNTRAINED SKILLS
Arcana +2, Diplomacy +3, Dungeoneering +2, Endurance +3, Heal +2, History +2, Intimidate +3, Nature +2, Religion +2, Streetwise +3
FEATS
Human: Light Blade Expertise
Level 1: Backstabber
Level 2: Quick Draw
BASIC ATTACKS
Melee Basic Attack: +9 vs AC, 1d4 +3 dmg (Distance Dagger +1)
Ranged Basic Attack: +12 vs AC, 1d4 +6 dmg, range 10/20 (Distance Dagger +1)
POWERS
Rogue at-will 1: Clever Strike
Rogue at-will 1: Acrobatic Strike
Bonus at-will Power: Sly Flourish
Rogue encounter 1: Dazing Strike
Rogue daily 1: Blinding Barrage
Rogue utility 2: Sneak In The Attack[encounter]
ITEMS
Adventurer's Kit, Leather Armor, Dagger, Shuriken (5), Thieves' Tools, Acrobat Boots (heroic tier), Distance Dagger +1
___________________________
The Mighty Bear Song. A tavern that I've heard mentioned numerous times today on the streets of Suzail. A favored place to gather for locals and travelers alike. The perfect place to start looking.
As I push open its doors and step inside, the familiar stench of sweat, pipe-smoke and cheap ale assaults my nose. Several patrons turn to regard me, but none take particular concern of my entrance and quickly return to their drinking and dice.
The lively tavern continues to play on around me. A triumphant shout rises from a table of cards in the center of the room. A stocky dwarf drains the remaining contents of his mug in victory, then gestures for a wench to bring another. The others at his table bury their heads in calloused hands. The dwarf greedily shovels the pile of coin on the table into a sack.
Such a heavy load to be carrying by himself. I should offer to relieve him of his burden later tonight.
Taking a seat at the corner of the bar, I toss the keeper a few coins and he promptly exchanges them for a frosty mug. His welcoming grin and plump stature evident of the comfortable life he's lived. He engages me in conversation as he wipes the counter top with a stained rag, but i only feign interest in his drivel. My business here is not with him.
An epic is being sung onstage by the bard. "Valiance of the Purple Dragons". Captivated listeners roar as one as they violently lift mugs in cheer to their name.
They place so much value and faith in their famed knights. They believe this kingdom and its dragons to be a living testament to justice and honor. A shining light to contest the growing darkness of the world around it.
Ignorant cattle.
A shadow shifts in the corner of the room and my hand subtly shifts to the dagger under my cloak. Clearly the Purple Dragons aren't as thorough as they believe themselves to be.
The shadow makes no further moves. Not one of theirs then.
I return my attention to the tavern's clients, my hand still at the hilt of my blade.
A few prospective options, but i shall watch them for a while longer.
___________________________
minus the lightsabers of course =D