Post by Neo|*|Origin on Apr 6, 2009 4:55:28 GMT 8
References:
Player's Handbook I - PHB
Player's Handbook II - PHB II
Dungeon's Master Guide - DMG
Forgotten Realms Player's Guide - FRPG
Martial Power - MP
Martial Power II - MP II
Character
Tas'sadar
level 14
Genasi, Warlord, Battle Captain
Build: Tactical Warlord
Archer Warlord Optional Choice: Standard Warlord Armor
Features
Warlord: Combat Leader
Commanding Presence: Tactical Presence
Elemental Manifestation: Earthsoul
Earthshock: Earthshock Strength
Extra Manifestation: Watersoul
Background: Akanûl
Final Ability Scores
Str 22, Con 13, Dex 11, Int 22, Wis 9, Cha 13.
AC: 29 Fort: 26 Reflex: 26 Will: 21
HP: 90 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 22
Skills
Heal +11, History +18, Athletics +17, Diplomacy +13
Acrobatics +6, Arcana +13, Bluff +8, Dungeoneering +6, Endurance +9, Insight +6,
Intimidate +8, Nature +8, Perception +6, Religion +13, Stealth +6, Streetwise +8, Thievery +6
Feats
Level 1: Extra Manifestation
Level 2: Lend Might
Level 4: Tactical Assault
Level 6: Weapon Focus (Heavy Blade)
Level 8: Weapon Proficiency (Bastard sword)
Level 10: Wintertouched
Level 11: Combat Commander
Level 12: Lasting Frost
Level 14: Master at Arms
Powers
Warlord at-will 1: Opening Shove
Warlord at-will 1: Commander's Strike
Warlord encounter 1: Warlord's Favor
Warlord daily 1: Lead the Attack
Warlord utility 2: Adaptive Stratagem
Warlord encounter 3: Vengeance is Mine
Warlord daily 5: A Rock and a Hard Place
Warlord utility 6: Reorient the Axis
Warlord encounter 7: Surprise Attack
Warlord daily 9: Warlord's Recovery
Warlord utility 10: Unintended Feint
Warlord encounter 13: Death from Two Sides
Items
Frost Bastard sword +3, Throwing Shield Light Shield (heroic tier)
Lifeblood Hide Armor +2, Helm of Heroes (heroic tier), Couters of Second Chances (heroic tier),
Gloves of Ice (paragon tier), Boots of Eagerness (heroic tier), Steadfast Amulet +2,
Ruby Scabbard (heroic tier), Healer's Sash (paragon tier),
Character History :
Background[/u]
Even after a decade I still don't know who you are. I hear, but can't see you. You appear neither in the light nor darkness. And go wherever I go.
Who are you?
wait..
That ship!
"LADS! RAISE THE SAILS! GATHER YE WEAPONS - NOW!"[/b][/color]
Them!
Who are they? Tas'sadar thinks to himself.
"SHADAR-KAI!"
"PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!" the captain lets out.
Shrill warcries puncture the sound of cannon fire and an exchange of blades soon followed as the schooner rammed into the hull of the Scurvy Manta. Grappling hooks glistened under the star-filled sky, attaching themselves to the helpless ship as men geared with cutlasses and spiked chains leapt from the maiden boat to the other.
The crew fought hard in their drunken stupor against their invaders but were hampered by their loss of judgement and was soon overwhelmed by the forces of the marauding ship.
Many of the Scurvy Manta's men were forced to abandon ship into the dark waters below - knowing that a death in the cold, watery depths was a less painful departure.
"Sialiktha!" screamed a man, whose skin as white as death itself, when two rows of armed shadowmen formed immediately, and like an ocean of death, the waves of invaders crept, weapons drawn, towards the stern of the ship.
Weapon-ready, Tas'sadar swore beneath his bated, intoxicated breath as a row of white figures disappeared as they crossed the shadow of the mast on the moonlit deck.
"HYYAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" cries the pirate captain.
Pain seared through his torso as a white blade exits his chest from his back.
Tas'sadar choked on his own blue blood as darkness soon clouded his vision.
Last he remembered was of himself staggering to regain his balance.
And I opened my eyes to the cascading mountain peaks of the Everska Ridges that greeted me.
My fingers bled from the wooden splinters of the table that pierced my brown skin as I slumped back into the back rest:
heart racing; body limp.
My blood paints the grainy floor a pool of dark yellow.
-flashback on the Scurvy Manta-
*Hic*
"Shad'ow-men who sold 'eir souls ta'the Raven Queen mi'lads.
Now that's 'nuff storytellin' for t'nite."
"Yo-hoho!"
"Only te' landlubs would b'lieve a children's tale like tis'!"
And the muffled sounds of rowdy drunk pirates merrymaking below deck could be heard by the ears of Shadowmen preparting to invade the Scurvy Manta half-a-mile away.
Paragon Afterthoughts
I be wakin’ every night to th’ death-curdling cries of me men.
Visions and dreams of th’ massacre on the Scurvy Manta haunt me still...
It has been four years since the raid and I fled inland towards the Greypeak Mountain Ranges, where I hid from civilization and sought refuge to nurse my wounds.
It has also been a year since I have had the honor of having brilliant companions:
-Gond, a skilled fighter with skin as hard as rock (literally) and a worthy partner whom I can count to pair-up against all adversaries, however, also the blabber-motormouth who needed his mouth shut his on many occasions. I do sympathize this poor bilge rat whose irony that of his beloved, whom he had consciously avoided, together with his homeland, had been consumed by the evil of Netheril.
I sincerely hope that this goliath finds strength in uniting all goliaths to reclaim the land that once belonged to them into Gondale fulfilled.
-Mobius, the eccentric mage who has helped kept many enemy numbers in check during our encounters, and whom pitifully relies on stuffing his staff between his legs to compensate for what-seems-like a tiny package he has.
(Why else use a staff when you can use the real thing - if any? Unless he enjoys riding on sticks.... Which I nay be inclined to imagine further.)
-Viona, who has helped kept the party in shape against evil, but queer like the mage, where she once seemingly showed love during an encounter to an abhorrent creature (that nearly bit off her arm) and the weird habit of fiddling with her totem every now and then.
(Alas, to compensate for the goods she doesn't own too?)
Though born in the Seas of Fallen Stars; having been on land for almost half a century made me more attuned to the earth around me.
I have come to realization of my alter-manifestation and have finally attained full control of my being: untamed as I was, like great bodies of waves in the sea – within the raw elemental power I have molded into fearlessness; and stubbornness like mountains I was, I have tapped into the primitive energy of stone and steel to discover - both inner and outer - strength.
I have also grown into this armor that I wear. It speaks to me and spurs me on when I hit at foes, and weakens me when I retreat. I am still grateful for it to have found penchance to me and like all intelligent artifacts I have heard from tales – it will one day leave me to find a new owner. I will be deeply saddened when that day comes, but quid erit, erit, it has its own destiny to fulfill, and I will wish it to find another owner worthy of its powers.
As the long-gone dragonborn, Marmertus, once shared his wisdom in Draconic, “Jiudelbuchi, Sindelbulai”, I hope to find truth in his saying and also wish his soul peace - wherever he is now.
Well, few shadar-kais I’ve met in my journey with my companions, but those foes we encountered, none resembled the ones that raided us.
V’ngeance has not been sought for th’ men I lost.
I be rememberin th’ scars that tore from ye lips to ears.
I be rememberin th’ gold hoop ye have pierced through both your shoulders.
And I def’nitely be rememberin your face.
FEAR! For I be sailin’ all six seas to build my navy, and all over the Realms I will be finding ye, scum - even into the heart of Neth'ril - and when I do - we be burning ye pathetic fleet.
HARRRRRRR![/size]
Notes: Tas'sadar hails from Akanûl but spent most of his life in the seas of Dragon Coast; until the tragedy struck - and has exiled himself from the coast into Nentir Vale.
He has now, through his growth with DMC, moulded and sculpted the strength of his Earth menifestation and fluidity of his Water menifestation within himself into one controlled menifestation - of Ice.