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[sblock=Darus, Mul Gladiator Psion]
DARUS Level 2
Mul Psion
Discipline Focus: Telekinesis Focus
Theme: Gladiator
Background: Tyr - Freed Slave (Endurance as Class Skill)
ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 16, Dex 10, Int 17, Wis 16, Cha 8
COMBAT & DEFENSES
AC: 14; Fort: 14; Reflex: 14; Will: 16
HP: 32; Bloodied: 16; Surges: 10; Surge Value: 8
Initiative: +1; Speed: 6
TRAINED SKILLS
Arcana +9, Dungeoneering +9, Endurance +11, Perception +9
UNTRAINED SKILLS
Acrobatics +1, Athletics +1, Bluff +0, Diplomacy +0, Heal +4, History +4, Insight +4, Intimidate +0, Nature +4, Religion +4, Stealth +1, Streetwise +2, Thievery +1
FEATS
1. Brutish Disruption: Push target 5 squares when using disrupting shove.
Ritual Caster (from Psion)
2. Controlling Advantage: Add 1 square to forced movement against a target granting combat advantage.
RACIAL FEATURES
Languages: Common, Dwarven
Skill Bonuses: +2 Endurance, +2 Streetwise
Born Of Two Races: Can take feats that have Dwarf as a prerequisite as well as Mul.
Mul Vitality: +1 healing surge
Tireless: Need 6 hours of sleep in a 72-hour period to gain benefits of extended rest.
POWERS
Mul feature: Incredible Toughness
Gladiator feature: Disrupting Shove
Wild Talent: Mental Tools
Psion at-will 1: Force Punch
Psion at-will 1: Kinetic Trawl
Psion daily 1: Living Missile
Psion utility 2: Telekinetic Lift
EQUIPMENT
4cp, Adventurer's Kit, Cloth Armor, Morningstar, 4 Survival Days
RITUALS
Unseen Servant
VIGNETTE
They don't understand. None of them do. How can they?
Darus looked up at the crowd, in full throat, surged in Tyr's arena, waiting for the inevitable death, soon to come, for either Darus or the other mul he was paired against. Darus looked across at his foe, a gladiator with whom Darus had shared many an ale over the years they'd both been slaves to Templar Tenos. Darus could tell that Arin, his opponent tonight, was ready to fall. It wouldn't take much; Darus had a significant advantage most gladiators didn't - he had something of a mastery of psionics and the ability to move objects and people with just the power of thought. Arin had feeble psionic talent and was no match to Darus' telekinetic powers. Though Darus was loathe to use his powers in such competitions, tonight's battle was different. Tonight, Darus could earn his freedom.
I should end this now. I should put Arin out of his misery. Or at least... make them THINK I have.
Picking up the obsidian alhulak he'd been given, Darus advanced, watching Arin closely. The other mul was bloodied, but steady, as one might expect from the doughty half-breed. Arin, equipped with a bent gythka, weary, took one or two steps across the crimson-streaked sand. Darus held out his empty hand, concentrating. Arin seemed steadier, walking with less effort. He seemed something more of a worthy opponent. Arin himself seemed surprised by this, almost relieved.
Two two combatants closed to within speaking distance. Darus wielded his alhulak in a guarded position, while Arin was less certain, holding his gythka in weary hands.
"Arin," Darus whispered. "This can end well for the both of us. Listen to me."
The other mul gladiator sneered. "I don't know what you're doing... or why... but I'll not die without a fight."
"This is all a game, Arin," Darus replied. "You know this as well as I do. With King Kalak gone, all they want now is a show. We can give them a show."
"As long as you win, of course," Arin replied. "I know well what the stakes are for you, Darus. You will be free. And where will I be? Dead, atop some pile somewhere. Can you live with that on your conscience?"
He's right, of course. Our stakes are different. If I win, I am free, but poor Arin will be put out of his misery. If Arin wins... we are both returned to our stables. Templar Tenos keeps us. Enslaved.
Darus took a swipe at Arin, a strike that was intentionally overzealous and easy for Arin to parry.
"You have those powers," Arin said. "Use them. Finish me off. You are already using them to keep me upright. Just finish this."
Arin lunged forward, spurred on by Darus' telekinetic control. The gladiator swung his gythka, clanging off Darus' lizardscale epaulet.
"This must end well for both of us," Darus said. "I cannot have my freedom by your death."
"It is the only way, Darus. Finish me off. I am done. Finish me off and have your freedom. Live the rest of your life for me and the others too weak or cowardly to fight for their freedom."
These words stirred something deep within the telekinetic mul gladiator. Darus had known for a long time that the life of a gladiator was not his destiny. Darus knew that he would one day escape this life and earn his freedom. He had hoped, like many of his fellow slaves in the gladiator pit, that King Kalak's demise would ultimately free all slaves. It turned out, however, that the templars were reticent about giving up the source of their income. The arena was still a lucrative enterprise. Fighting slaves brought in money. A few gladiators would be allowed to earn their freedom, but only at the cost of other gladiators' lives. This was a bargain, however, that was hard to resist. Darus had defeated and slain seven other gladiators since the grand proclamation had been made. An eighth would free Darus. Arin was different, though. He was a fellow mul and had been Darus' friend. Now, Arin was offering to sacrifice himself to free Darus.
"I will not kill you," Darus said, striking at Arin, but missing by inches. At the same time, Darus used his telekinesis to toss his opponent to the sands, making it seem like the work of Darus' alhulak.
Arin laid there for a second. "You must. It is the only way."
Darus stood over the fallen gladiator. Was Arin right? Was this the only way? Another death?
"Tenos will have his blood. But not enough to kill you, Arin." Darus drove his alhulak into Arin's flesh, penetrating the mul's torso. Crimson streams shot forth, creating streams to feed the dark red sands. Darus had been careful, however, to avoid piercing delicate organs. He'd used his telekinetic power to control the wound path. Darus had done what he could.
Arin breathed out, spitting blood into the air. He coughed once, twice. Then passed out.
The crowd cheered in full throat. They had their blood. Darus reluctantly raised his bloody alhulak into the air, signifying that he acknowledged his victory.
"You will not die," Darus said to the fallen mul. "I will live. For you. For the others that have fallen in this place. I will see it done. I will see you freed as well. This, I swear to you. I swear to all of you. This is but a beginning."
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