Nate
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Post by Nate on Jun 16, 2008 17:41:07 GMT -5
Characters Name: Sarock of clan Hellforge Race: Hobgoblin Alias: Soldier of Nightmares Classes: Hobgoblin Paragon 3/ Fighter 4/ Perfect Soldier 7 Alignment: LE
HP: 294 AC: 32 (10 + 10 armor + 5 dex + 7 nat armor) BAB: 14 Appearance:
STR: 20 DEX: 20 CON: 30 INT: 16 WIS: 15 CHA: 11
Fort: 25 Reflex: 17 Will: 17
Feats: Regional Fleet of Foot 1st Improved Toughness 3rd Power Attack F 1st Weapon Focus F 2nd Combat Expertise F 4th Weapon Specialization 6th Leap Attack 9th Endurance 12th Steadfast Determination
Traits: Nightsighted
Skills: Appraise +3 Balance +12 Bluff +0 Climb +12 Concentration +10 Craft (Weapon Smithing ) +20 Decipher Script Diplomacy +0 Disguise +0 Escape Artist +0 Forgery +0 Gather Information +0 Handle Animal +0 Heal +2 Hide +16 Intimidate +0 Jump +42 Knowledge (Tactics ) +20 Listen +10 Move Silently +22 Profession ( ) +2 Ride +5 Search +3 Sense Motive +2 Spot +10 Survival +2 Swim +12 Use Rope +5
Abilities: Darkvision 90ft, Silent Step, Instinctive Skill, Healing Factor, Combat Improvement, Athletic Prowess, Skeletal Augmentation, Improved Power Attack
Equipment Weapon: Carnage Saber, Masterwork Greatsword, Composite Longbow Body: Dark Scale Suit Head: Horned Helm Face: Survival Mask Neck: Amulet of Health +6 Arms: Bracers of Natural Armor +3 Hands: Gloves of Dexterity +3 Feet: Boots of springing and striding Back: Cloak of Brilliant Hide Torso: Vest of Resist +3 Waist: Belt of Giant Strength +4, Belt of Hidden Pouches Rings: Sustenance Other: Chronocharm of the Horizon Walker and Grand Master, 1000 gold worth of common and uncommon adventuring gear, Arrows x20, Crystal of Adamant Weapon, Crystal of Returning, Scope, MW Crafting Tools, MW Climbing Kit
Gold: 10 Silver, 303 gold, 800 platinum
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Nate
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Post by Nate on Jun 22, 2008 17:30:17 GMT -5
Born as the nephew of the clan leader, Sarock’s childhood was a harsh and disciplined one. His family was known for producing great warriors and he was to be no exception. A hobgoblin must be a certain age to start military training, so Sarock was sent to work in the smithies. It was there that he gained his love for beautifully crafted weapons. It was also because of starting work early that he became stronger and tougher than others of his age. This lasted for a few years before he was old enough to begin training. Once he did, he quickly became better than his peers in every aspect. By the time he entered the army as a full soldier, he was already a better fighter than almost anyone in his clan. He was put in an advanced unit and for the next three years of this life, he demonstrated his loyalty and devotion to the hobgoblin people. One night his prowess and experience were put to the test. His troop came across a scouting unit of fire giants. This meant that near by there was a larger unit waiting to here from their scouts. The choice was whether to fight the scouting unit in hopes of preventing a battle or return to the city to warn them incase the scouting party had already found it. The decision was to strike hard and fast to take them down quickly. When the fight began, things were looking good, but that changed all too quickly. The fire giants were better fighters and far better equipped than the hobgoblins. When the dust settled, all the fire giants lay dead but so did hobgoblins, all but one. Sarock was alive but grievously injured and without help soon he would die. He dragged himself back to the city in order to warn everybody but found he was too late. The fire giants had already been through and destroyed the entire city. Sarock found his father, mother, wife and all his children slaughtered. He couldn’t keep moving due to both blood loss and crippling emotional pain. He collapsed thinking he would die there, next to the corpses of the rest of his clan. Then out of a crackle of energy, three hobgoblins appeared. None looked like the typical hobgoblin soldier and all carried staves and were dressed with arcane symbols. They took him back to a stronghold deep in the mountains and told him about a project they had been working on. It was an experiment that would make him a better soldier in almost every aspect and because of his devotion and level of expertise he was chosen to have it done to him. It was known as the Perfect Soldier Project. The only problem was that there was a large chance of failure and death was one of the better results. He agreed to the process. Since now the only thing left that he loved was his nation, saw no down side taking this tremendous risk. For days he endured painful rituals and procedures. Weird and arcane things were done to his body and none were sure what the outcome would be. Fortunately when the process was complete he was still alive. What else he was though, only the mages knew. Over the next several years he was sent on missions that no normal person would return from. He learned the limits of his knew body and how to push them even further. All things come to an end though and this new strength the hobgoblins reveled in seemed to slip away from them as fast as they had found it. The Perfect Soldier Project was found to be heresy and the perfect soldiers were abominations. The kingdoms of man, elf, and dwarf that claimed dominion over the area ordered the abominations hunted down and killed. Due to the destruction of the records, it is unknown how many more perfect soldiers there were, but most were killed in this cleansing. Knowing even he could not take on armies, especially ones that used so much magic, he fled south where no one knew of the Perfect Soldiers. He went back to his first passion, weapon crafting. For decades he did little besides forge and sell swords. He practiced and trained to make sure he didn’t lose his edge. Though he never became a great merchant, he got pretty good at making weapons. Throughout the years he began to have dreams. They started out vague but over time grew into nightmares. A creature in black scales and a bore a horn on his head, wading through a sea of blood and gore haunted these dreams. As time passed, the sound of a heart beat began to get louder and louder and the screams of the dying became deafening. The blade this creature was using was a sight to behold as it sprayed gore from its victims. One day, an average looking man came to Sarock’s shop and offered to trade a sword he had for money and food. Sarock couldn’t argue with the deal and asked only to look at the sword. As soon as he laid eyes on it he knew it was the sword from his nightmares. A part of him wanted the sword as far away from him as possible, but a stronger part of him wanted it for himself. For the longest time the sword was wrapped and hidden from sight. Then it was unwrapped and placed on a shelf, so Sarock could look at it and admire it. Why did it have such a pull on him? He struggled with resisting its lure but in the end gave in to its influence. Once he had the sword in his grip, there was no denying his urge to test out its power. For almost thirty years he sought out powerful foes. They all fell to his power. He collected armor that looked like black scales and a helmet that made him appear as a horned beast. He became the creature from his nightmares. Challenges started becoming few and far between. He also began feeling like he had no purpose. Just a blood thirsty barbarian not working towards any real goal. He then remembered something he heard from another weapon smith about some dragon that looks for both warriors and craftsman as followers. Though it was difficult, Sarock found his way to Atarvalkkan. He quickly found that this was the path he had been searching for. The Dragon was powerful leader as well as someone who was not afraid to shed some blood. A greatsword of the highest possible quality Sarock was capable of making was his tribute to Atarvalkkan. It was made in the fashion of his long dead hobgoblin tribe and is always worn and marked after a major victory. Sarock follows Atarvalkkan as a soldier follows a general and has devoted his life and time to advance his cause.
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