Here is my warlock I've had in several aborted games. PM me if you'd like me in the game.
I'll go through and adjust the attribs, skills, etc for 28 point buy and clean up a little if I can join.
Edit: Aww crud, copy paste didn't work so well. Fixing...
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https://dl.dropbox.com/u/142115313/Yarvok.htm
note:
assuming a 32 point buy
Background:
Yarvok is pragmatic to the point of ruthlessness. At the age of 16,
much to his mothers delight, his warlock powers began to manifest. He
had no idea who his father was. His mother was a witch, living out her
existence and raising her son in the sheltering embrace of a dark
forest. Yarvok had never really had any interest in the dark arts his
mother continuously pressed him towards, but ultimately, she won that
little contest of will. One day, as he was doing his favorite activity, (target
shooting with a crossbow he had been given for his birthday) his mother
approached him. He ignored her as was his usual response, until her
hand came to rest gently on his hip. "Such a handsome young man..." she
started. Yarvok paused, his aiming eye rolling to glance back at her as
she pressed herself uncomfortably close. "Have I ever told you of your
father? His name is -" Yarvok never heard the rest. Baleful images
suddenly clouded his mind and his eyes. In them, he saw his mother,
much younger than she was now. She was speaking in a foul sounding
language to a dark, man shaped figure. Two pinpoints of white hot light
emanated from where the figures eyes should have been. The figure held
out a peice of parchment. His mother drew a small blade and sliced her
wrist, dribbling it on the parchment and smearing the blots into an
arcane mark. The dark figure then rolled up the parchment and consumed
it. The scene then changed, and now his mother wakes in the middle of
the night, finding a dark and familiar shape standing at the end of her
bed. In an instant, the figure is on her, and Yarvok understands what
he's seeing to be the night of his conception. Through inborn infernal
logic, he comes to understand the nature of the deal struck by his
mother: She sold the soul of her yet unmade child to some abysal being.
She sold HIS soul. His fury overwhelmed him and he lashed out, not with
his body, but with the arcane fire that seethed within him! He heard a
deep, resonant, and thouroughly vile laughter in his mind, and when his
vision cleared, his mother lay before him - dead. The same voice
sounded again "The deal is struck, son. You got the power, and you
delivered me her soul. She should have realized you cannot sell someone
elses soul. You only succeed in damning your own. Revenge is sweet, and
never again will she use my true name to bind me to her petty
pursuits!" The presense in his mind faded completely, leaving Yarvok
alone with his dead mother.
Feeling ambivalent and stunned, Yarvok sat there in the dirt beside the
body for a long while. Finally, the pragmatic part of his brain took
over and he began the task of burying her. He wasn't terribly afraid of
retribution from local officials, they only came this far out once a
year to collect taxes. Nonetheless, he had no desire to stay in this
place any longer. He scavenged what goods he could from the cottage
he'd lived most of his life in, shoved a burning stick from the
fireplace up into the thatch of the roof, and headed out the door.
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