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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2393880" data-attributes="member: 16166">Ok then, let's see if this baby flies....Name: Baron Thyraxian del Mord the Third (Thraxus)Race: High Man (Human Paragon)Class: Fighter 2 / Human Paragon 1Hit Dice: 2d10+1d8+6, 14 WP, 31 VPInitiative: +1 (Dex)Speed: 20ft. (Lgt Horse 30ft.)AC: 19 (+5 breastplate, +2 shield, +1 Dex, +1 Dodge) Touch: 12 Flat-footed: 17BAB/Grapple: +2/+4Attack: Scimitar +6 melee (1d6+2 damage, 18-20 x2) or Composite Longbow +3 ranged (1d8+2 damage, x3)Full Attack: Scimitar +6 melee (1d6+2 damage, 18-20 x2) or Composite Longbow +3 ranged (1d8+2 damage, x3)Face/Reach: 5x5ft/5 ftSpecial Attacks: NoneSpecial Qualities: Adaptive Learning (Sense Motive)Saves: Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +3Abilities: Str 15(6, +1 enhancement), Dex 13(5), Con 14(6), Int 13(5), Wis 12(4), Cha 14(6) Fighter Skills (20pts): Climb (1 rank) -1, Craft (4 ranks) +5, Handle Animal (2 ranks) +4, Intimidate (2 ranks) +4, Jump (3 ranks) +1, Ride (3 ranks) +4, Swim (5 ranks) +7.Paragon Skills (7pts): Appraise (1 rank) +2, Diplomacy (1 rank) +3, Gather Information (0 ranks) +3, Hide (0 ranks) -3, Knowledge - military tactics (1 rank) +2, Listen (0 ranks) +1, Sense Motive (2 ranks) +3, Spot (0 ranks) +1, Survival (1 rank) +2, Tumble (1 rank) -2.Feats: Combat Expertise, Dodge*, and Weapon Focus (Scimitar).Languages: Common, Goblin Alignment: Lawful EvilGender: MaleAge: 24Height: 5'11"Weight: 178lbsInventory:[sblock]2pp 15gp 1sp 5cpMasterwork breastplate, masterwork heavy steel shield, masterwork scimitar, composite longbow (+2), 40 arrows, daggers x2, gloves of strength (+1), potion of healing (cure light wounds) x2, potion of defense (shield of faith), elixir of leaping (jump).Light horse, bit and bridle x2, riding saddle, saddlebags x2, traveler’s outfit (x2), cold weather outfit, courtier’s outfit, tindertwig x3, alchemist’s fire x2, whetstone x2, waterskin x2, waterbag (twice the size of a skin, on horse) x2, tent, soap (1lb), signet ring, pot and pan, backpack, bedroll, winter blanket x2, chalk x3, tinderbox, hooded lantern, manacles, trail rations (2 weeks), oil x12, mule, scale mail barding.[/sblock]Biography:[sblock]The fall of humanity was not swiftly accomplished, and perhaps that was why their downfall was such a surprise.  In the beginning it started with reports on the borderlands of the invasion forces, nothing unusual considering that is what the forts and strongholds were built to defend against.  Once the creatures began welling up from within the kingdoms, everyone had their own crisis to deal with, something that the army and select heroes could easily deal with.  Then the small kingdoms fell, nothing to worry about though, the rest of the world were much stronger and could easily repel the invaders.When the Giant King U-Tralinand sat upon the throne of Gralland, Thraxus’ father was but a small child and his father sat in the King’s Court as a representative of the outlying baronies.  His grandfather had been slain my ravenous goblin-kin, and though his father put up a fight, the ogres of U-Tralinand’s forces easily dispatched him.His mother fled the coming of the horde weeks before they struck, and for months she fled for a safe haven somewhere in the kingdoms.  Eventually she would settle and raise her child in the community of Spirefound, where he would grow in the tutelage of the Eight Blademen of Kord’s Legion, learning the skills needed to hold a blade in pride.Growing amidst the proud warriors of Kord, Thraxus argued with them incessantly about their morals towards the reclaiming of the world.  Many Kord followers took pride in seeking out the most powerful foes in the legions that were systematically destroying humanity, believing that toppling these foes would dissuade them from encroaching any further upon their territory.    Thraxus could not believe this, he saw that the only was to save humanity was to fight fire with fire.  Leaving his elderly mother in Spireford, he searched the lands until he fell in with a roaming band of mercenaries of Hextor.  Here he learnt the basics of tactics in battle, the necessity of utilizing tactics, and more importantly the value of war.  However during a campaign to reclaim an ancient fortification for the group’s needs, they were attacked by an orcish horde lead by a green dragon who proceeded to break the legion and destroy Lord Thraxus’ new companions.    For over a year he lived in the slave camps of the green dragon Gilliandran, working the silver mines beneath her lair.  There was no great revolution in the end though, simply a handful of halflings that Lord Thraxus protected against the other prisoners that proved to be his savior.  The tunnel that they dug led past the dragon’s guard, through the lair, and into the wilderness, allowing a small amount of slaves to escape before the rush of prisoners alerted the guards to its presence.  The first few prisioners had even the opportunity to steal a small amount of treasure from the dragon's hoard, no doubt earning her emnity.    Freedom was hardly a sweet thing in the new world that he had escaped into.  All of the old cities that had held against the menace, hiding in the nooks and crannies of the world, had fallen easily once the hordes had discovered them.  Thraxus spent the better part of a year searching for a haven, hiding himself from the new world that was swiftly building itself up around him.  He was from a stock of pure human blood, descended from the first Kings of the lands, now reduced to living amongst these filthy creatures like an animal.    Ironcraig was his last hope.  Hearing that there were some people holding out within the old dwarven town, it was like a ray of sunshine to find the walls still standing and being manned by real people.  His experiences had bittered him, and now he was prepared to do whatever to takes to take the world back, no matter what.[/sblock]Appearance: [sblock]Born of a race of ‘higher’ humans, Lord Thraxus is a formidable man of great stature.  His messy black hair, moustache and beard would look ragged on a lesser man, but it seems that even the untidiest flaws only serve to improve his character.  These days Lord Thraxus wears little more than his cobalt blue plate armour or the padding beneath it, as the times demand more action than diplomacy his more formal attire rarely sees the light of day.  With steely eyes and hands that tend to rest on the pommel of his blade, Lord Thraxus watches for humanity’s enemies in every shadow.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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