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Human (Kalashtar) Psion 16

Uriel is a 40-year-old male human. His most distinctive feature is his deep blue eyes, which can range from a haunted mourning expression to a penetrating glare that seems to see into one’s very soul. He is of average height, but carries himself as if he towers over others. He has weathered skin and thick black hair with distinctive signs of graying. He typically wears black robes with a hooded cowl. See picture, below

He is guarded at all times by large, hulking man who says little. The man is armed with a huge cudgel which use is capable of using to disable those Uriel views as evil with great skill

Uriel is a relentless foe of evil. He unwavering hunts down those who do evil and makes them see the error of their ways. However, unlike many fanatics, he does not believe that those who transgressed must be destroyed. Uriel sees in all creatures the potential for doing good, and willingly offers enemies a chance at repentance (enforced by a geas). Those who do not choose good must be forced to it, whether through diplomacy, intimidation, or magic compulsion.

Uriel is considered by some to be almost a force of nature. He considers man-made rules to be almost irrelevant when compared with his mission. He is not foolish enough to disregard the power of those with authority, but does not believe that human laws have any inherent authority.

Uriel is often seen as cold and heartless. He refrains from personal pleasures of any kind, and does not understand those who surrender themselves to material desires. And for those who he considers evil and unlikely to succumb to diplomacy, he can be hard indeed.

However, Uriel has a soft side as well. Although few who know him casually would believe it, he has a sense of humor, and particularly appreciates clever word play. He often withdraws into untamed wilderness for hours at end and mediates alone, seeming to enjoy the respite from the bustle of city life filled with criminals and evil. He also shows a soft spot for children, and there is a persistent rumor that once upon seeing the five year old daughter of a merchant he stared at the girl for almost a minute until she ran away. Supposedly, he then rapidly strode off, and wasn’t seen again for several days, and to this day never goes anywhere near that merchant’s house. The rumor has never been substantiated, and no one has ever dared ask Uriel the truth of the matter.

Uriel rarely shares his history with others. He is a secretive man who says he prefers to deal with the present and the future. In reality, he often dwells on his own past, but chooses not to speak of it with others.

Uriel is nominally associated with an organization called the Inquisitors of the Light. This is a religious group which worships the minor deity Ius, a LN god of law, justice, light (domains Law, Sun, Knowledge). The inquisitors hunt down and bring law breakers to justice. They are generally respected by the populace and law enforcement officials. They are mostly composed of clerics and paladins, but include other classes within their ranks as well (including Uriel).

Uriel is probably the most famous of the Inquisitors, and has brought more criminals to justice than most of the rest of the inquisition combined, including several very powerful villains, but lacks any position of authority in their ranks, mostly due to his complete lack of interest in politicking in any way. Uriel tends to feel a mild contempt for most members of the organization, feeling they are too soft and weak, but maintains his membership because the official recognition is useful for gaining information from local officials.

When Uriel was beginning his training as a mind-healer he fell in love with Anya, a healer-in-training. The two married, and for Uriel it was the happiest time in his life. Idealists and pacifists, the two were convinced they could solve the world’s problems with persuasion and kindness. They both vowed never to harm an intelligent being and began working in the city trying to right wrongs. Anya healed people's physical wounds, and Uriel did his best to heal their minds. For five years, they lived a blissful life. They had a daughter, Celine, and did much to help the cause of the poor and downtrodden in the city. Alas, these good things were not to last. Uriel and Anya got a little too involved in the lives of the poor, and upset a powerful local crime boss. One day Uriel returned to his house and found Celine dead and Anya near death. She was too close to death for him to even be able to fetch a priest, but with her dying words she begged Uriel not to break their vow, not to take revenge. Uriel, sobbing, agreed to do so. He spent thousands of gold to by a diamond to allow a local priest to resurrect her, but her spirit, content where it was, refused to come back.

Broken hearted, Uriel came closer to breaking his vow then than ever in his entire life. Yet he restrained himself, and left the city, wanting to escape the painful memories that still haunted him. However, rumors say that the crime boss who killed Anya has never been seen again. And a large, powerful man follows Uriel around, protecting him. If questioned, his only response to any question is, “For their memory I will do good” over and over while crying in frustration as his own body betrays him.

I've played two 4e game before, both in person and low level, so high level 4e play will be a bit new too me. However, I've roleplayed in a lot of different systems, and should have no trouble figuring stuff out. After a long hiatus from online roleplaying, I'm back now since my in person games have fallen apart. I will usually post at least once a day, often more, except around finals time (I'm a grad student) when it probably will for a week or so drop to a few times a week

This isn't finalized, but more or less these would be the selections:
Paragon Path: Thrallherd

Trained Skills: Arcana, Intimidate, Perception, Insight

Powers:
At Will:
Betrayal, Mind Break, Mind Wipe

Daily Powers:
1st Telepathic Projection
9th: Mind Blast
15th: Dominate

Utility power:
2nd: Arcane Senses
5th: Crisis of Identity
6th: Experience Arcana
10th: Mind Over Flesh
16th: Mind Blank

Feats:
Battle Psion (PP)
Mindlink (PP)
Autohypnosis (PP)
Psionic Fortune (PP)
Psionic Skill (insight)
Dominating Mind (PHB III)
Unarmored Agility (PHB III)
Psychic Focus (PHB III)
Two others, haven't decided yet

- I have a total melee reach of 3 squares
- Spending an action point gives me a +2 bonus to AC until the end of my next turn
- +2 to all defenses against Attacks of Opportunity
- +2 bonus damage to melee damage rolls on bloodied foes
- +2 bonus damage when charging, +2 bonus to bull rush attempts
- When I make an Athletics check to jump or climb, roll twice and use either result.
- RotCH puts me in a rage that when I hit an enemy with a primal melee power each adjacent enemy takes 6* damage
- OHR lets me knock my targets prone when I hit with melee attacks. If already prone the attack deals +6* damage
- TR lets me make a melee basic attack against an adjacent enemy as an immediate reaction when they hit or miss me
- AA puts me in a stance that lets me walk through enemy squares and gives my at-wills a +6* damage boost

TRIGGERS:

- My attack reduces an enemy to 0 HP -> 11* THP -> Swift Charge/Spur the Cycle
- I reduce a nonminion enemy to 0 HP -> +1 bonus to melee attack rolls until the end of my next turn -> 11* THP -> Swift Charge/Spur the Cycle
- I hit an adjacent enemy with a melee weapon attack -> Vicious Assault -> Gain 10 temporary HP
- Critical Hit (1d10+12*) -> Gain 10 Temporary HP -> Make melee basic attack or Howling Strike against any foe (once/round)**
- I am subjected to an effect that a save could end -> Shrug it Off
- Miss an attack -> Combat Surge
- Adjacent enemy hits or misses me -> Curtain of Steel
- Miss an attack while raging -> Enraged Surge

*Number may increase after level up
**Does not work on the following skills:
Mountain Sweep
Avalanche Assault
Rage Strike

He would probably the barber there now, if it weren't for the raiders. He's not quite sure where they came from - he was at work at the time - and neither are the other survivors. His suspicion has always been that they were men from the Darklands who had raided into the mountains after dwarvish gold and found themselves coming out the other side into Elgard poorer and angrier than they went in, but they could as well have been from the Lands of Chaos or even from another settlement in Elgard. It hardly mattered to the people of Laram: though they were not undefended (and what small city in Elgard, especially a prosperous one, would be?) the defenders they had were no match for the ferocity of their opponents, or their numbers. Laram was destroyed.

In the midst of this desolation, however, there was one bright spot: the barbershop. Barbers are amateur healers, as everyone knows, and a small group of women and children had come there during the fighting bearing the body of what was clearly the patriarch of the family, hoping against hope that he could be recovered. Gerald, who had been left behind to "defend" the shop while his master tried to save his own family, took them in, but could see at once that there was no hope. The man was dead.

Dead, but armed. The man, while he was living and before old age had made him settle down, had been a paladin, a mighty warrior, and his dead hands still gripped a fullblade. Gerald looked at the weeping family after he had told them the bad news. He could hardly let them die here; no more did he wish to die himself. He crossed to the body, seized the weapon and, led them out into the street.

They should have died there. Barber's apprentices do not pick up superior weapons and destroy raiding parties. Gerald knew that. But he also knew what he had to do, and he did it. He faced the raiders, and he slew them, one after another, by twos, threes, and fours. He slew his way out of Laram, with the distraught family in tow, and brought them safe across Elgard into Irengard, where their families lived. On the way he grew in prowess and renown, and became the very paragon of what he was: a slayer of evil. For Gerald would not fight except against those he believed to be evil.

After leaving his charges at their family home, Gerald chose another mission for himself, or rather had it chosen for him: he became a champion of good against evil, a bulwark for light against darkness. With his trusty fullblade and his strong left arm, he slew whatever evil he could find, and called that good.

Others, however, called it some other things. The people of the borderlands between Elgard, Irengard, and the Lands of Chaos called him a wonderworker, a blessing from the heavens, a rock, and a redeemer; the raiders from the same areas called him a variety of somewhat less pleasant names; and the army of Irengard called him an amateur.

It was after one of his more spectacular victories (single-handedly fending off four score barbarians at the gates of Loyan, a town on the Elgard-Irengard border, organizing the people of Loyan into a strike force, marching back to the barbarians' lair and spoiling it, then lying in wait there for their other raiding parties to come back and defeating them one by one) that he was approached by a young noble of Irengard, the leader of a detachment of Irengard's soldiers that had been tracking one of the barbarian raiding parties. The young man managed, very disdainfully, to suggest that perhaps Gerald would like to cease his "unlicensed activities" and leave such work to the real experts. After all, he hadn't left any barbarians alive to grill for information about their activities; clearly he didn't know what he was doing.

Gerald refused, point blank. The young noble sighed, took a pinch of some sort of neurologically active stimulant, and ordered Gerald clapped into irons. He threw the Barber into the prison at Parnay, a minor county seat in the north-east portion of Irengard, and left him there to rot for vaguely described crimes that boiled down to "disrespect for the law."

For the first few months while Gerald lay in prison, there was, if anything, a decrease in border violence (after all, he had disposed of a sizable group of barbarian raiders immediately before). The young noble felt satisfied, and almost considered reporting whom he had in jail up to the authorities - but some instinct of self-preservation prevented that. After the first half-year, when the chaotic, evil forces Gerald had been suppressing realized he had not been seen in six months, there began a terrible increase in what were smoothly termed "incidents." Before long, there were two full-scale border incursions underway, both intent on cutting out small towns, raiding them, living off their spoils, and then moving on before the main host of Irengard could approach. Officials back at the capital began to wonder at this sudden increase; they sent out emissaries to the hordes asking for terms, and hoping to come to understand the cause of the violence (and how to stop it). When both ambassadors came back with only one condition in common - that Gerald, if alive, be turned over to the barbarians - they began to wonder who this man was.

A decree went out, offering a reward for information about Gerald. The young noble saw this, paled, and swiftly processed some paperwork that had been oddly dawdling on his desk. When the authorities discovered that they had had him in custody all along, they immediately called him back for a "visit" to the capital. There he was grilled about his past, present, and hoped-for future, and then handed over, as requested, to one of the two hordes.

He was not handed over empty-handed, however, as the horde soon found out; he was given back his trusty fullblade and he shaved quite a few barbarians with it a little more closely than they might have hoped. He burst the half-tied bonds that Irengard had put on him for show, and slew his way through the enemy camp, beginning with their leaders and ending with all those who did not have the sense to run away, down to the merest spearman. It took him three days of pure, unspoiled, focused anger, but he walked out covered in blood, none of it his own except for a slight nick on his left pinky finger from an enemy's ribcage. Upon hearing of this, the other band fled, but not quickly enough; the army of Irengard caught up to them, and pinned them against a ford in a minor river, the Seni - due to flooding, it was unpassable. At nightfall, the warriors of Irengard were triumphant; with only one enemy host to defeat, they would undoubtedly taste victory in the morning.

That morning was oddly quiet. A single figure was seen walking across the space between the armies, bearing a flag of truce. When he approached, Gerald could be made out, carrying in one hand his makeshift flag, torn from a tentflap, and in the other the head of the barbarian leader, rather inexpertly shaven across the throat. When they entered the camp, the men of Irengard found nothing living, except a cat and three blind mice. Their enemies were all slain, some by the sword and some, in panic, by fleeing into the swollen waters of the Seni and drowning. Gerald was given a field appointment to the army, and hailed as the Sword of Seni - though he prefers to be known as merely the Barber.

The only product of an arranged and loveless marriage between an Irengard champion and an Eladrin lady, Tristam grew up stuck between two worlds. As a youth he would practice swordsplay with his father and arcane mysteries with his mother, proving inadequate at both for his parent's tastes. He found instead a love of studying historical documents, especially those pertaining to the previous Demonic War. His father sent him off at an early age to join the Irengard military academy in hopes that the harsh lifestyle and distance from his mothers influence would toughen the boy into a warrior worthy of carrying the proud family heritage.

This proved to be another disappointment however as Tristam proved ill equipped for the fighting ring. During this time, he developed a camaraderie with the other ragtag trainees however as they bonded over the harassment they received from their more accomplished classmates. He organized these misfits soldiers into a unified group and recruited a hulking, slow-witted fighter named Olath to be their champion. The bullying stopped shortly after.

Upon graduation, Tristam was made an officer as befit his birth status, and positioned near the Elgardian border. He and his friends were placed in charge of the supply wagons of a small expeditionary force, a rather ignoble position. Tristam didn't mind however as it allowed him and his friends to enjoy the best of the supplies while keeping mostly out of harm's way. What was to be an easy post turned deadly one day however when a crew of bandits managed to lure away the main strike force and attack the supplies. Tristam quickly rallied the few, outnumbered fighters he had and together were able to not only repel but soundly defeat the raiders, earning the respect of his commander. After that, Tristam was placed in more forward positions, leading his group of ragtag warriors to many unexpected victories. His tactics tended towards deception and rapid counter assaults of key positions, often with his old friend Olath leading the charge.

Even as his military accomplishments grew, his parents were unimpressed. His mother only had interest in the arcane and military success meant nothing to her. His father disdained Tristam's "lead from the rear" approach believing that the glory for the victory went to the individual with the most kills. Seeing little way to please his parents, Tristam instead decided to live the good life, enjoying all manner of benefits his status and reputation warranted him whenever he returned to the capital.

This all came to a halting end a year ago however during a patrol of the Irengard border. A few days into the patrol, Tristam was stricken with a crippling fever. He was thus helpless when his forces came under attack by the vanguard of a renegade Elgardian baron. Without his support, his friends were soundly defeated by the superior force and almost all were put to the sword. Tristam himself was ransomed back to his father, who's disappointment in his son reached a new low.

Now friendless, guilt-ridden and disgraced, Tristam descended ever more into a life of debauchery in the capital city of Irengard. It was in this sorry state that his father found him and sent him to answer Aresius' call, threatening to cut off his funding should he refuse. Even though he knew his father was simply wishing for him to find a way to die with honor and thus clear the line of succession for his bastard younger brother, Tristam nevertheless agreed to go believing the odds of an actual demonic return to be slim to none.

Spoiled. Hedonist. Coward. Not exactly the hallmarks of a hero but words that have been used to describe Tristam nonetheless. He doesn't dispute any of those terms although he's quick to point out that there are worst things to be in life. Even though he had a distinguished military career as an officer (albeit with unorthodox tactics), he has a strong tendency to skirt or avoid responsibility believing there are others far more suited for the hero role than he is. He seems intent on living life to the fullest and preferably where it is most comfortable and preferably with some female companionship nearby.

While this is what Tristam appears to be on the surface, deep down, unbeknownst even to himself, he craves for more. Having grown up a constant disappointment to his parents, he gave up trying to live up to their expectations long ago. He wants to do good but believes there are others better suited for it and is afraid he is destined to fail.

Although he tends to avoid anything involving "heroism", one thing Tristam cannot abide are bullies and will go out of his way to thwart, confound or defeat those he feels are taking advantage of the weak. He also has a keen interest in all facts pertaining to the previous war and has spent many hours researching both the military battles as well as information on the demonic forces themselves.

I've played Role-playing games ever since high school and have taken part in quite a few live and play-by-post games since then (including running 2 myself for some friends). I'm an avid poster, capable of posting several times a day now that my work is entering the slow season. I'm looking for a fun, active campaign with a group of solid players to craft a memorable story with.

For my character, given the power level and mission, I figured we'd have many larger than life hero figures in the party so I decided to craft more of an anti-hero with a redemption story arc. It seemed fitting given that he probably couldn't duel his way past a level 8 fighter. He'll be a bit snarky and provide a non-heroic outlook but hopefully he'll present a good foil against the other character's actions. Just don't listen to his ideas on what to do. Also looking forward to having him discover (or rediscover) his heroic self.

Work in Progress. Mainly missing magic items and higher level powers.

Tristam Cheval, Eladrin Warlord, Battle Captain
Init +14 HP 99/99 Bloodied 49 Healing Surge 24 (0 used /8)
AC 33 Fort 30 Reflex 32 Will 33 Speed 6
Str 16 (+3) Con 12 (+1) Dex 11 (0) Int 22 (+6) Wis 8 (-1) Cha 20 (+5)
Commander's Strike (W), Direct The Strike (W), Powerful Warning (E), Lead the Attack (D), Adaptive Strategem (E), Inspiring Warcry (E), Villain's Nightmare (D), Rousing Words (E), Vengence is Mine (E), Warlord's Recovery (D), Fey Step (E), Inspiring Words (E)
Notes

Garland is above average height for a human, although not unusually so, and is well muscled - it is clear that a life in the wilderness has left him tough. The loose charms which adorn his armor causing him to jingle slightly as he walks, and the armor itself is worn, although well-fitting. In sharp contrast to the rest of his somewhat shabby outfit are the two shining blades he carries, these are weapons which any man would be jealous of. The hilts are covered in finely engraved sacred sigils, and appear to be fashioned from some sort of bone or horn, one in gold, the other in silver.

Garland is a descendent of the empire of Halgar - he is proud of his origins and makes no secret of them. Although he acknowledges his kingdom was woefully under-prepared for the first demon invasion, he believes his ancestors fought bravely against the insurmountable odds, and died a heroes death, and it is here that his story starts.
Family legend tells that his many-times great grandfather fought against the demon armies in the first war with two swords. These swords, bathed in demon blood again and again across the centuries developed magical properties that protected their wielder against the forces of Hell, and indeed were famous enough that copies were forged in their image. These heirlooms were handed down to the first male child of the line along with the title of Demonslayer, and thus came to the possession of Garland, Demonslayer.

Garland sought to continue this tradition, and live up to his ancestors reputation, and as such, when he was young he journeyed to the Temple of Celestia, an organisation sworn to fight against the forces of hell, in order to learn of the forces he fought. Here, he studied meticulously for 5 years, learning their ranks and orders, their strengths and weakenesses, their tactics and strategies, and the path to defeat them. He came out an expert on demonic lore, and a very deep and secret desire that even he refuses to acknowledge, an eagerness for the forces of Hell to return. For how will he know whether what he has learned will be enough, how will he prove himself worthy and earn the title of Demonslayer if he does not stand before the vast armies of Hell, and see them fall beneath his blades, as his forefather had done before him?

For the majority of his life, Garland has lived in the Darklands, working as a guide/bodyguard for those who wish to enter the lands, and is widely acknowledged as the best. He is not picky as to who pays him for his services - his real motivation for doing this is simply earning enough money to survive, and fund the rebuilding of the kingdom of Halgar. He does have some limits though - if he discovers whoever he is in the employ of is really seeking demonic power or knowledge within the Darklands he will do all within his power to stop them. This is no idle threat either - he knows that land like no other and will track them relentlessly until he catches, and slays them. Indeed, no-one he has stalked has ever escaped his blade.

The Massacre of Nadrak is the one feat that haunts Garland's memories and nightmares, and possibly the one he is most well known for, to his secret shame. Nadrak was a small village on the edge of the Darklands, but still within the borders of what was once Halgar. There were rumors of a cult within the town, of the villagers practicing vile rituals and sacrifice to the Black King, wearing fealty to the forces of Hell. Naturally this inflamed Garland, and worried the surrounding towns and villages, and he gathered a band of men to halt these practices. They marched upon the town, and met some fierce resistance from the men at the town walls. However these were not trained fighters, and proved no match for the blades of Garland, Demonslayer, who slew them with ease. Once inside the village he headed straight for a house towards the center from which acrid smoke and a soul stench emanated. Inside he discovered the black altar of the cult, daubed in blood and hellish sigils. Garland dashed the altar to the ground, and slew the hooded priests inside, and then ordered the men whom he had led there to form a circle around the village, and let no-one leave. The circle formed, he re-entered the village and methodically slaughtered every man, woman and child inside those walls, even the babes, with a cold fury. He emerged some time later, covered in blood, and ordered the entire settlement burnt to the ground; his rag-tag 'army' obeyed swiftly and in a scared silence. Shortly after this incident he became known as the Nadrakian Butcher, a title which, unlike Demonslayer, he abhors. However, since the massacre, there has also been at the back of his mind the niggling possibility that he did not kill everyone within the town, that perhaps one of the men ringing it took pity of a terrified fleeing child, or that a husband had visited a relative elsewhere on that day. These bear the thought of black revenge within the heart, and to this day Garland remains a light sleeper, wary of a vengeful blade at his throat in the night.

Nevertheless the fame that followed the complete eradication of this cult of Akron drew the attention of greater powers, and soon after Garland was invited to Irengard. Here, he was brought before the King, where he received recognition and praise for his 'valiant work'. News of his exploits got back to the Temple of Celestia too, although they did not look so kindly upon his purge of the village, speaking of the need to be like a cautious surgeon who the rot away carefully, rather than going straight for amputation. He did not visit the Temple of Celestia again after this, and their relationship has been frosty since then.

Although his actions here were the ones which most built his fame, and notoriety, he is still considered a hero amongst common lore, although a terrifying one. The person he has to thank most for this is probably Egor, a rather prosperous mechant within the city of Irengard who he had shepherded through the Darklands once, and whose life he had saved when they had come under attack. Although he was effectively only doing what he was hired to do, the fact he stood against the bandits 10 to 1, when he could easily have left the merchant to die left its mark on Egor, and he was understandably grateful. Whenever anyone asks him of his time with the Nadrakian Butcher, he tells the story of the Demonslayer who saved his life, rather than the terrible warrior who slaughtered the town.

When news of a potential return of The Black King reached the King of Irengard and his advisers the Demonslayer was remembered, and he was summoned once more to the capital...

Garland is superstitious and ritualistic - his rough hide armor is covered in trinkets and tokens to ward against evil. He is highly protective of his two swords (as one would expect), and cares for them meticulously, cleaning and oiling them every night, ensuring their edges are never dull. Indeed it is likely that the blades of the Demonslayer have never been dull in the past 200 years, and Garland has no intention of being the ones to let the edges fade.

He hates all demons with a passion, seeking only their complete eradication, and includes those tainted by demonic magic, such as the Tieflings in this sweeping hatred. He believes that for those infected by hell, there can be no redemption, and like any infection the wound should be cauterized. This belief has only become stronger as a result of his deep guilt over the Massacre of Nadrak, as he clings to it as justification for his actions. If he manages to come to terms with what he did in the town of Nadrak, he would likely become far more focused on saving people from evil by fighting evil, than on fighting evil. He would however, still retain his desire to test himself against the hordes of hell most likely, since when it gets down to it, he enjoys the idea of fighting demons.

Garland is generally a terse fellow, quick to anger, and with little tolerance for fools. He tends to avoid conversation with those he guides, although if they engage him upon a topic he is knowledgeable in, such as the Darklands or demons, he shares such knowledge freely. The main exception to this behavior is the topic of Halgar. He is immensely proud of his homeland, and will talk passionately and at length in its defense, or just to its glory. At the other end of the scale however is the topic of Nadrak - raising the subject is the quickest way to shut Garland up, and the unlucky person who does will get more conversation out of a rock for at least half a day, if not longer.

The most common reaction to learning of his being the Nadrakian Butcher is one of mild fear. Whilst he is still considered the right side of heroic by the common folk the presence of a warrior so cold and deadly is unnerving. For this reason, he usually hides his identity when first meeting someone, especially when hiring himself out for work - although he does not go as far as denying his involvement, the information is never freely given.

In addition to his dark desire to test himself against the forces of Hell, and to see them quiver at his name, he has developed a number of other ambitions across the years.

Garland primary wish, arising out of his fierce patriotism, is to see Halgar rebuilt and restored to its former glory, and for it to become a bastion of might against the forces of Hell within the lands.

However he does have enough common sense to acknowledge that he would not make a good king. He tests all who would be lord of his beloved country harshly, and has yet to come across a leader who he deems fit to oversee the ascension of the new Kingdom of Halgar, although he remains both watchful and hopeful, keeping a ear to the ground for stories of anyone promising during his time in civilization.

Instead of Lord, Garland aspires to be the King's wolf in this new realm - a beast leased upon the enemies of the Kingdom, and the leader of the Elite Cadre of the Kingdoms best troops. He would see his current title of Demonslayer become an official position, answerable only to the King, and the elite unit of shock troops he leads to be known as the Slayers, positioned outwith the ranks of the regular army. Their fealty would be to the Kingdom alone, their duty to protect it with their lives, a task Garland would have no hesitation fulfilling.

====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ======
Garland, level 16
Half-Orc, Ranger, Impilturan Demonslayer
Build: Two-Blade Ranger
Fighting Style Option: Two-Blade Fighting Style
Ranger Option: Prime Shot
Outlaw Level 5 Feature Option: Hills and Mountains
Recent Life - Demon-Hunter (Arcana class skill)
Theme: Outlaw

FINAL ABILITY SCORES
STR 22, CON 12, DEX 22, INT 11, WIS 14, CHA 9

STARTING ABILITY SCORES
STR 16, CON 11, DEX 16, INT 10, WIS 13, CHA 8


AC: 30 Fort: 32 Ref: 31 Will: 26
HP: 109 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 27

TRAINED SKILLS
Acrobatics +18, Arcana +13, Athletics +18, Nature +15, Religion +13, Stealth +18

UNTRAINED SKILLS
Bluff +7, Diplomacy +7, Dungeoneering +10, Endurance +10, Heal +10, History +8, Insight +10, Intimidate +11, Perception +10, Streetwise +9, Thievery +13

POWERS
Basic Attack: Melee Basic Attack
Basic Attack: Ranged Basic Attack
Outlaw Attack: Surprise Strike
Half-Orc Racial Power: Furious Assault
Hunter's Quarry Power: Hunter's Quarry
Avenger Feature: Oath of Enmity
Ranger Attack 1: Twin Strike
Ranger Attack 1: Marauder's Rush
Athletics Utility 2: Talented Athletics
Ranger Attack 3: Ruffling Sting
Ranger Attack 5: Frenzied Skirmish
Ranger Utility 6: Evade Ambush
Ranger Attack 7: Lashing Leaves
Ranger Attack 9: Attacks on the Run
Ranger Utility 10: Resume the Hunt
Impilturan Demonslayer Attack 11: Demonslayer's Hindrance
Impilturan Demonslayer Utility 12: Demonward
Ranger Attack 13: Off-Hand Diversion
Ranger Attack 15: Blade Cascade
Ranger Utility 16: Ranger's Parry

FEATS
Toughness
Level 1: Weapon Proficiency (Bastard sword)
Level 2: Disciple of Divine Wrath
Level 4: Heavy Blade Expertise
Level 6: Weapon Focus (Heavy Blade)
Level 8: Improved Defenses
Level 10: Two-Weapon Fighting
Level 11: Prime Punisher
Level 12: Called Shot
Level 14: Two-Weapon Opening
Level 16: Pervasive Light

ITEMS
Demonbane Bastard sword +3 x1
Devilblind Bastard sword +4 x1
Lifeblood Earthhide Armor +3 x1
Iron Armbands of Power (heroic tier) x1
Gauntlets of Blood (heroic tier) x1
Amulet of Protection +4 x1
Silt Sandals x1
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Well, I've been playing PbP since April last year, and 4e for around 3 years. I'm a fan of games with a significant theme running through them usually, so what made me apply (and what I'd be expecting) would be lots of demons and devils and fighting against the clearly delineated evil of the forces of Hell

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Sage of Storms, level 16
Elf, Invoker, Lyrandar Wind-Rider
Build: Wrathful Invoker
Divine Covenant: Covenant of Wrath
Elf Subrace: Wood Elf
Select option: Sense Threat
Select option: Group Awareness
Background: Detective (Detective Benefit)

FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 9, Con 20, Dex 16, Int 12, Wis 22, Cha 11.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 8, Con 16, Dex 13, Int 11, Wis 16, Cha 10.


AC: 31 Fort: 28 Reflex: 28 Will: 33
HP: 90 Surges: 11 Surge Value: 22

TRAINED SKILLS
Religion +17, Intimidate +16, Perception +27, Insight +23, Nature +24

UNTRAINED SKILLS
Acrobatics +12, Arcana +11, Bluff +10, Diplomacy +10, Dungeoneering +16, Endurance +14, Heal +16, History +11, Stealth +12, Streetwise +10, Thievery +12, Athletics +8

FEATS
Invoker: Ritual Caster
Level 1: Power of Skill
Level 2: Implement Focus (Staff)
Level 4: Superior Reflexes
Level 6: Superior Will
Level 8: Staff Expertise
Level 10: Mark of Storm
Level 11: Resounding Thunder
Level 12: Superior Implement Training (Accurate staff)
Level 14: Primal Sharpshooter
Level 16: Primal Eye

POWERS
Invoker at-will 1: Avenging Light
Invoker at-will 1: Divine Bolts
Primal Sharpshooter: Biting Swarm
Invoker encounter 1: Lightning's Revelation
Invoker daily 1: Storm Call
Invoker utility 2: Divine Call
Invoker encounter 3: Thunder of Judgment
Invoker daily 5: Rolling Thunderstrike
Invoker utility 6: Demand Justice
Invoker encounter 7: Lightning Spike
Invoker daily 9: Hall of Thunderous Battle
Invoker utility 10: Prescient Defense
Invoker encounter 13: Thunderous Rebuke (replaces Thunder of Judgment)
Invoker daily 15: Storm of Punishment (replaces Storm Call)
Invoker utility 16: Insightful Riposte

ITEMS
Ritual Book, Accurate staff of the Serpent +4, Imposter's Crysteel Armor +4, Siberys Shard of the Mage (paragon tier), Bracers of Brachiation (heroic tier), Gauntlets of Blood (heroic tier), Ioun's Revelation (level 3), Mental Block (heroic tier), Insight of the Vault (heroic tier), Mercurial Mind (heroic tier), Eagle Eye Goggles (paragon tier), Amulet of Protection +3, Belt of Vim (heroic tier), Shoes of Water Walking, Shielding Blade Dagger +1
RITUALS
Hand of Fate, Make Whole
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