Post by Kelleren on Jul 3, 2008 5:20:02 GMT -5
Kelleren, Human Fighter, Quicksteel Warrior, Quicksteel Monstrosity
Init +3 HP 29/29 Bloodied 14 Healing Surge 7 (0 used /11)
AC 19 Fort 15 Reflex 16 Will 12 Speed 5
Str 16 (+3) Con 14 (+2) Dex 16 (+3) Int 10 (+0) Wis 13 (+1) Cha 8 (-1)
Cleave
At Will * Martial, Weapon
Standard Action Melee weapon
Target: one creature Str vs AC
Hit: 1[W]+Str mod damage, and an enemy adjacent to Kelleren takes Str mod damage
Sure Strike
At-will * Martial, Weapon
Standard Action Melee Weapon
Target: One Creature Str+2 vs AC
Hit 1[W] damage.
Tide of Iron
At-will * Martial, Weapon
Standard Action Melee weapon
Requirement: Must be using shield
Target: One Creature Str vs AC
Hit: 1[W]+Str mod damage, and push target 1 square if it is one size larger than Kelleren or smaller, and Kelleren can shift into the space creature occupied.
Steel Serpent Strike
Encounter * Martial, Weapon
Standard Action Melee Weapon
Target: One Creature, Str vs AC
Hit: 2[W]+Str mod damagem and target is slowed and cannot shift until end of my next turn.
Comeback Strike
Daily * Healing, Martial, Reliable, Weapon
Standard Action Melee weapon
Target: One Creature, Str vs AC
Hit: 2[W]+Str mod damage, and Kelleren can spend a Healing Surge.
Background
Kelleren was once little more than a mercenary, plying his trade wherever the job called him. He laid his life on the line for gold, and found the coin to be cold comfort for his wounds. He was not a particularly charismatic man, nor was he particularly intelligent, but he had some significant skill with a blade, and truthfully he felt this to be the best he could accomplish. He never thought much for the future, or the past for that matter, instead choosing to live for the moment, and take what joy he could in a life of violence and constant risk of death. One job changed all that.
Kelleren was assisting in the "cleansing" of the foothills of a mountain range he can't remember, for a country whose name he never knew and a man whose life he didn't care about save for the gold, when he stumbled across what looked like an old cache of weapons and arms. Kelleren not being the sort to risk his professional reputation for treasure he was pretty certain he had no way to steal without getting caught, simply began to catalogue and take stock of what he'd found so that he could come back for it later with a large enough wagon to get it all. There was one thing, however, that Kelleren could not turn away from.
It was a gauntlet, lying in a glass case. Something about it drew his eye... perhaps it was the way it seemed to have a faint iridescent sheen even in the low torchlight. Perhaps the way it seemed to be moving, almost imperceptibly... or maybe flowing was a better word. Kelleren then did the one thing any wise adventurer knows better than to try... he broke into the case and put on the gauntlet, and it instantly bonded itself to his arm.
He stared at it in shock, and tried to tear the gauntlet off, but suddenly found that at the instant he'd flooded with shock and wanted to see his own skin, the thing seemed to melt away and disappear. He stared for a moment, then shook his head, and as he calmed, the gauntlet seemed to, and there was no better way he could explain this later, flow out of his pores and reform.
For a moment, Kelleren was uncertain what he'd found... and in that instant he heard the one thing no sane man without a weapon in easy reach wants to hear: the voices of the mountain's goblins. He silently swore, realizing the sword he'd laid down had disappeared, and in the instant that he began to cast about himself for a suitable replacement, all of a sudden there was a blade in his right hand, held firmly in the gauntlet. Kelleren almost dropped it in surprise, but at that moment the goblins' voice came again, and Kelleren resolved to worry about the implications later, and to kill the little rats now...
Now it was months later, and Kelleren had come to appreciate the feel of the gauntlet on his hand. He'd discovered in that time that the gauntlet seemed to be capable of many interesting feats. Any small object held in the hand for a few minutes disappeared into the gauntlet, and could be reproduced later in seconds. This also seemed to go for weapons (and it had taken Kelleren a long time to realize that the sword it had produced early on had been his own!), coins, keys, and any number of other small, handheld objects. Kelleren could swear that the more he did it, the gauntler feltstronger, somehow. And by now, even Kelleren could not help but notice that it was just a bit larger than it had been when he first put it on...
And now, Kelleren has come to Twylight City, determined to make a new, better life here, even if he had to fight for it. And now, he reasoned, at least he couldn't ever be caught unarmed...
Init +3 HP 29/29 Bloodied 14 Healing Surge 7 (0 used /11)
AC 19 Fort 15 Reflex 16 Will 12 Speed 5
Str 16 (+3) Con 14 (+2) Dex 16 (+3) Int 10 (+0) Wis 13 (+1) Cha 8 (-1)
Cleave
At Will * Martial, Weapon
Standard Action Melee weapon
Target: one creature Str vs AC
Hit: 1[W]+Str mod damage, and an enemy adjacent to Kelleren takes Str mod damage
Sure Strike
At-will * Martial, Weapon
Standard Action Melee Weapon
Target: One Creature Str+2 vs AC
Hit 1[W] damage.
Tide of Iron
At-will * Martial, Weapon
Standard Action Melee weapon
Requirement: Must be using shield
Target: One Creature Str vs AC
Hit: 1[W]+Str mod damage, and push target 1 square if it is one size larger than Kelleren or smaller, and Kelleren can shift into the space creature occupied.
Steel Serpent Strike
Encounter * Martial, Weapon
Standard Action Melee Weapon
Target: One Creature, Str vs AC
Hit: 2[W]+Str mod damagem and target is slowed and cannot shift until end of my next turn.
Comeback Strike
Daily * Healing, Martial, Reliable, Weapon
Standard Action Melee weapon
Target: One Creature, Str vs AC
Hit: 2[W]+Str mod damage, and Kelleren can spend a Healing Surge.
Background
Kelleren was once little more than a mercenary, plying his trade wherever the job called him. He laid his life on the line for gold, and found the coin to be cold comfort for his wounds. He was not a particularly charismatic man, nor was he particularly intelligent, but he had some significant skill with a blade, and truthfully he felt this to be the best he could accomplish. He never thought much for the future, or the past for that matter, instead choosing to live for the moment, and take what joy he could in a life of violence and constant risk of death. One job changed all that.
Kelleren was assisting in the "cleansing" of the foothills of a mountain range he can't remember, for a country whose name he never knew and a man whose life he didn't care about save for the gold, when he stumbled across what looked like an old cache of weapons and arms. Kelleren not being the sort to risk his professional reputation for treasure he was pretty certain he had no way to steal without getting caught, simply began to catalogue and take stock of what he'd found so that he could come back for it later with a large enough wagon to get it all. There was one thing, however, that Kelleren could not turn away from.
It was a gauntlet, lying in a glass case. Something about it drew his eye... perhaps it was the way it seemed to have a faint iridescent sheen even in the low torchlight. Perhaps the way it seemed to be moving, almost imperceptibly... or maybe flowing was a better word. Kelleren then did the one thing any wise adventurer knows better than to try... he broke into the case and put on the gauntlet, and it instantly bonded itself to his arm.
He stared at it in shock, and tried to tear the gauntlet off, but suddenly found that at the instant he'd flooded with shock and wanted to see his own skin, the thing seemed to melt away and disappear. He stared for a moment, then shook his head, and as he calmed, the gauntlet seemed to, and there was no better way he could explain this later, flow out of his pores and reform.
For a moment, Kelleren was uncertain what he'd found... and in that instant he heard the one thing no sane man without a weapon in easy reach wants to hear: the voices of the mountain's goblins. He silently swore, realizing the sword he'd laid down had disappeared, and in the instant that he began to cast about himself for a suitable replacement, all of a sudden there was a blade in his right hand, held firmly in the gauntlet. Kelleren almost dropped it in surprise, but at that moment the goblins' voice came again, and Kelleren resolved to worry about the implications later, and to kill the little rats now...
Now it was months later, and Kelleren had come to appreciate the feel of the gauntlet on his hand. He'd discovered in that time that the gauntlet seemed to be capable of many interesting feats. Any small object held in the hand for a few minutes disappeared into the gauntlet, and could be reproduced later in seconds. This also seemed to go for weapons (and it had taken Kelleren a long time to realize that the sword it had produced early on had been his own!), coins, keys, and any number of other small, handheld objects. Kelleren could swear that the more he did it, the gauntler feltstronger, somehow. And by now, even Kelleren could not help but notice that it was just a bit larger than it had been when he first put it on...
And now, Kelleren has come to Twylight City, determined to make a new, better life here, even if he had to fight for it. And now, he reasoned, at least he couldn't ever be caught unarmed...