Prison of the Chained God
====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ====== Chang, level 16 Changeling, Rogue, Daring Acrobat Build: Aerialist Rogue Rogue Tactics: Brutal Scoundrel Rogue: Rogue Weapon Talent Background: Born Under a Bad Sign (Born Under a Bad Sign Benefit)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 15, Con 11, Dex 24, Int 11, Wis 9, Cha 17.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 11, Con 10, Dex 18, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 14.
AC: 30 Fort: 23 Reflex: 31 Will: 25 HP: 111 Surges: 6 Surge Value: 27
TRAINED SKILLS Stealth +23, Thievery +20, Insight +14, Acrobatics +20, Athletics +15, Perception +13
UNTRAINED SKILLS Arcana +8, Bluff +13, Diplomacy +11, Dungeoneering +7, Endurance +8, Heal +7, History +8, Intimidate +11, Nature +7, Religion +8, Streetwise +11
FEATS Level 1: Weapon Proficiency (Rapier) Level 2: Backstabber Level 4: Weapon Expertise (Light Blade) Level 6: Slaying Action Level 8: Flash of the Blade Level 10: Distant Advantage Level 11: Cull the Weak Level 12: Fleet-Footed Level 14: Vexing Flanker Level 16: Blood Thirst
POWERS Rogue at-will 1: Disheartening Strike Rogue at-will 1: Clever Strike Rogue encounter 1: Termination Threat Rogue daily 1: Confounding Attack Rogue utility 2: Agile Footwork Rogue encounter 3: Defender’s Cohort Rogue daily 5: Staggering Assault Rogue utility 6: Sidestep Stance Rogue encounter 7: Imperiling Strike Rogue daily 9: Crimson Edge Rogue utility 10: Gap in the Armor Rogue encounter 13: Toppling Slash (replaces Termination Threat) Rogue daily 15: Slaying Strike (replaces Confounding Attack) Rogue utility 16: Vigilant Footwork
ITEMS Dagger, Potion of Regeneration (heroic tier) (3), Jagged Rapier +4, Assassinbane Drowmesh +3, Distance Shuriken +4, Boots of Striding (heroic tier) (2), Iron Armbands of Power (heroic tier), Gauntlets of Blood (heroic tier), Elven Cloak +3, Tempest Whetstone (heroic tier) (4), Everburning Torch, Demonskin Tattoo (heroic tier), Headband of Perception (heroic tier)
My life was damned from birth. No one was around. The only thing that greeted me was a pack of wolves. They fed me and somewhat protected me. Around the age of 8, a group of laborers walking around looking for medicines found me. They picked me up not knowing my pack was watching. They mumbled to each other and began walking away. The pack gave chase killing all but the one holding me. This women sprang wings and jumped off a waterfall gliding us away from where we were. We arrived at a town named Ironviolet.
At the age of 12, I was placed in training to run covert operations. This came to a sudden halt one year later. I was on a trial mission to enter the chief clerics mansion and retrieve a document. Under the cover of early dawn, I made my move. The cleric was asleep. I thought this would be easy. I was wrong. I entered into the room known for having the document. It was on the table. I walked towards it. I heard the floor creek and then it gave way. I fell into the basement. Here I found the clerics pet, a two headed dog. It had not been fed its morning brew. It lounged at me. I jumped back. A door opened. In walked the chief cleric. The dog’s other head lunged at me. I stared intently on the cleric. Suddenly, the dog stopped and stepped back. The cleric looked confused. He yelled at me to get out. I ran into town. Some people knelt towards me, others shrilled in fear. I went to the fountain in the center of town. As I bent over to wash my face, I saw the cleric looking back. I twisted my head in confusion. The cleric did the same. I crossed my eyes. The cleric did the same. My eyes blinked and so did the cleric’s. I realized I was looking at my reflection. I heard in the distance horses. They were getting closer. I looked up and a man with a sword and shield told me my exercise was done and to come with him. He took me to a court house. That evening I was charged with treason and banished.
A wizard performed the ritual. I gathered that no one knew were I was going. With a swing of his wand and the rhyming of his words I went unconscious. I awoke in a place completely foreign to me. I stood up and looked around. In the distance was smoke. I began walking towards it. It took what seemed like hours to get there. I walked in unnoticed. A women hollered at me from a tavern asking if I needed a good place to stay. I nodded my head. I was dazed, trying to get my bearings on what has happened. She was nice to me until the next morning when I had to pay. She threatened me with a club if I did not pay at that moment. I ran to the edge of town. A man stopped me. He seemed to know more about me than I did. He knew I was not from around here. He said I could live with him as long as I worked the land. His name was Thorek.
About Four years later, it was time for the yearly Darksyde festival. However, something was different this year. Many heroes left and never returned. The light left and never returned. Thorek was enraged. He turned to me and said, “Boy I am going to train you.” And he did. He trained me with others in the art of stealth and deception. He also helped me in developing the one thing that had frightened my home world, polymorph. He trained me with others for two years until the dreaded night that we were attacked by the Dracolich. I have continued my training with the others until now. I must rid this world of the evil that exists.