"Perhaps I have returned for you…"

Background Details

BIRTHDAY Pharast (March) 22, 4710
AGE Past life mid 30s. Current life 6 months.
VISUAL ODDITIES Weird odor, gaunt
SKIN COLOR Pallid skin

Character Info

Harrow, level 9
Revenant, Assassin
Build: Bleak Disciple Assassin
Guild Training Option: Bleak Disciple
Versatile Expertise Option: Versatile Expertise (Light blade)
Versatile Expertise Option: Versatile Expertise (Ki Focuses)
Choose your Race in Life: Human
Political Rebel (Political Rebel Benefit)

STR 10, CON 19, DEX 20, INT 10, WIS 10, CHA 13

STR 10, CON 16, DEX 16, INT 10, WIS 10, CHA 12

AC: 23 Fort: 20 Ref: 20 Will: 17
HP: 61 Surges: 10 Surge Value: 15

Acrobatics +14, Athletics +10, Diplomacy +11, Endurance +15, Perception +9, Stealth +15

Arcana +4, Bluff +5, Dungeoneering +4, Heal +4, History +4, Insight +4, Intimidate +7, Nature +4, Religion +4, Streetwise +6, Thievery +9

Basic Attack: Melee Basic Attack
Basic Attack: Ranged Basic Attack
Revenant Utility: Dark Reaping
Assassin Feature: Assassin's Shroud
Assassin Feature: Shade Form
Assassin Feature: Shadow Step
Assassin Attack 1: Shadow Storm
Assassin Attack 1: Executioner's Noose
Assassin Attack 1: Smothering Shadow
Assassin Attack 1: Terrifying Visage
Endurance Utility 2: Endure Pain
Acrobatics Utility 2: Agile Recovery
Assassin Attack 3: Cloaking Mist
Assassin Attack 3: Nightshade's Kiss
Assassin Attack 5: Treacherous Shades
Assassin Utility 6: Darting Shadow
Assassin Attack 9: Black Garrote

Level 1: Weapon Proficiency (Parrying dagger)
Level 2: Skill Training (Acrobatics)
Level 4: Skill Power
Level 6: Versatile Expertise
Level 8: Low-Light Adaptation

Parrying dagger x1
Backpack (empty)
Flint and Steel
Belt Pouch (empty)
Trail Rations
Hempen Rope (50 ft.)
Crossbow Bolt
Safewing Amulet +1 x1
Magic Ki Focus +1 x1
Sylvan Leather Armor +1 x1
Boots of Bounding (heroic tier) x1
Map of Unseen Lands (heroic tier)
Blade of Night Rapier +3 x1
Iron Armbands of Power (heroic tier) x1


Session 1 (10/28/2010)

After awakening with my hands clutched around the throat of a dead wizard I have found myself thrust into an eerily familar, yet different world. With funds and gear liberated from my awakener I have made my way to Restov. It is grander then my patched memory remembers, yet at the same time darker, more desperate, and weaker.

The Swordlords. The word rings in my blood and conjures flashes of swordplay, gallantry, and adventure. Was I perhaps once one? I think perhaps I was. Perhaps more. They say Restov is in danger. About to be invaded by the northerners. They have put out a call to induct new members to their ranks. This is destiny; this is the time to re-invigorate - re-invent - the Swordlords from within.

To that end I arrived at the grounds first and signed up for the 3M event. An event to test the might, mastery, and minds of the candidates. As the other two dozen or so candidates arrived I chose from amoung them the fiercest and finest: a set of twins from the far south, their dark skins set off in the exotic animal skins they wore; a keen-eyed elven archer; a gruff dwarven priest; and a barbarian shaman from the northern tribes.

A young lad, Aelvin, hired to ask them to meet me at the Dragon's Flagon Inn, did not let me down and so we met and discussed the future of Restov and the Swordlords.

The tests have proved an obstacle to my plans. Though we have all passed into the final dozen candidates, not all of us have be able to shine in the contests and it seems not all will make it into the final six invited to join the Swordlords. These tests seem devised by a scribe, not a true leader or judge of men. They are random and too much luck is involved to truly shine. Still, the final test is a true challenge: combat. Soon we shall see if I am truly back to set the course of Brevoy aright.

I write this now from the barracks of the Swordlord initiates. Five of the six of us have passed into the ranks of the Swordlords. Ironically it was the twin brother, Mango, who we had to best to enter and now he is on the outside. His brother Maji is torn. Our sixth brother is an archer who seems somewhat bent on derailing the contest. During the fight, which was not to the death, he offered the shaman and I cash to kill our opponents. An act that would have disqualified us and subjected us to the justice of the Swordlords. Yet he almost killed Mango. I must investigate this and confront him, for we cannot afford a snake in our midst. I fear a plot by the northerners to infiltrate and destroy the Swordlords from within.