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Message: <blockquote data-quote="wysiwyg" data-source="post: 4899559" data-attributes="member: 16985">Dakyras ("Waylander") Neutral (Good) Human Male, Rogue 5 / Fighter 1 / Sword Sage 2XP: 28,000 Languages: Common, Elven, Halfling [sblock=Stats]Strength 12 (+1) (Base 12)Dexterity 20 (+5) (base 16, +2 item, +2 levels)Constitution 14 (+2) (Base 14)Intelligence 14 (+2) (Base 14)Wisdom 14 (+2) (Base 14)Charisma 12 (+1) (Base 12) Size: MediumAge: 28Height: 5' 10"Weight: 170 lbEyes: Cold GrayHair: BrownSkin: Tanned[/sblock] [sblock=Appearance][/sblock]  [sblock=Combat] Hit Points: 72 Initiative modifier: +6 = +5 [dexterity], +1 [Quick to Act +1] Speed: 30 feet Armor Class: 22 = 10 + 5 [Chain Shirt +1] +2 [AC Bonus] + 5 [dexterity]Touch AC: 17Flat-footed: 22 Fortitude: +5/* = 3 [base], + 2 [constitution] Reflex: +12 = 7 [base], + 5 [dexterity]Will: +6/* = 4 [base], + 2 [wisdom]* +12 when using Mind over Body* +12 when using Moment of Perfect Mind TWF Short Swords: +10 (1d6+7, 19-20/x2)Against Undead:+12 (3d6+11, 19-20/x2) MW Heavy Crossbow: +11 ( 1d10 , 19-20/x2, 120 ft) Daggers: +11 ( 1d4+6, 19-20/x2, 10 ft) Cumulative Modifiers:Flanking: +4 (+3d6)Assassin's Stance: +0 (+2d6) OtherAttack (handheld): +6 = 5 [base] + 1 [strength] Attack (missile): +10 = 5 [base] + 5 [dexterity] Grapple check: +6 = 5 [base] + 1 [strength] [/sblock]   [sblock=Feats]Combat ReflexesWeapon FinesseVexing FlankerShadow BladeTwo Weapon Fighting Style[/sblock] [sblock=Skills]Move Silently +17 = +10 [ranks] +5 [stat] +2 [stealthy]Hide +17 = +10 [ranks] +5 [stat] +2 [stealthy]Concentration +12 = +10 [ranks] +2 [Con] Spot +11 = +9 [ranks] +2 [stat] Listen +11 = +9 [ranks] +2 [stat] Climb +12 = +9 [ranks] +1 [stat] +2 [Climbing tools]Disable Device +13 = +9 [ranks] +2 [stat] +2 [MW thieves' tools] Open Lock +16 = +9 [ranks] +5 [stat] +2 [MW thieves' tools] Gather Information +10 = +9 [ranks] +1 [stat] Use Magical Device +10 = +9 [ranks] +1 [stat] Balance +14 = +9 [ranks] +5 [stat] Swim +10 = +9 [ranks] +1 [stat] [/sblock]  [sblock=Abilities, Maneuvers & Stances]RogueSneak attack +3d6Trap findingEvasionUncanny dodge Exchanged: Trap sense+1 for effective sneak attack vs. undead Sword SageQuick to Act +1Discipline Focus (Weapon Focus)AC Bonus StancesIsland of Blades - All adjacent foes to me and allies are flanked.Assassin's Stance - Gain +2d6 to sneak attack damage. Manuevers *Shadow Jaunt - Teleport 50' through shadows as standard action.*Shadow Garrote - Ranged touch attack deals 5d6 damage*Moment of Perfect Mind - Use Concentration check instead of Will save*Mind over Body - Use Concentration check instead of Fortitude saveCloak of Deception - Turn invisible until end of turnAction Before Thought - Use Concentration check instead of Reflex saveFan of the Flames - Ranged touch attack deals 6d6 fire damage* Readied maneuvers[/sblock] [sblock=Equipment]2x Bane Short swords +1: 16,000 gpMW Heavy Crossbow (20 bolts): 352 gp5x Daggers: 5 gpMithral Chain Shirt +1: 1,100 gpGloves of Dexterity +2: 4,000 gpHandy Haversack: 2,000 gpRing of Sustenance: 2,500 gpHealing Belt: 750 gp Bedroll, blanket (winter), Crowbar, Hammer, Flint & Steel,Small steel mirror, Oil (2 flasks),Rope (50 ft. hemp), Soap (1 lb.), Torches (10), Climber's kit,MW Thieves' tools 205 gp, 2 sp WealthIn haversack: 8pp, 10gp, 12sp Carry CapacityLight load: 43 lb.Medium load: 44-86 lb.Heavy load: 87-130 lb.Lift over head: - 130 lb.Lift off ground: - 260 lb.Push or drag: - 650 lb.[/sblock] [sblock=Additional Sources Used]1. Player's Handbook II2. Tome of Battle - Book of Nine Swords3. Magic Item Compendium (Healing belt)[/sblock] [sblock=Background]The falcon swooped over the mountain peaks of Halrathen. The drizzle just barely impeding her flight through the bleak late afternoon. It would soon reach the only clearing at the bottom of this hostile land – the village of Forchmore. The village was barely populated. It’s only purpose to serve as the last way station for those crossing to Kilron Athorah, a two week journey through the dangerous mountain path. The falcon landed on her usual perch of a barely functioning store, screeching once to announce her arrival. Yameen, a grossly overweight and bored storekeeper of over forty winters, wheezed to the outside porch of his store, excusing himself from the only customer he has seen for days. Even in the fading light he could see the expensive ring around the falcon’s left leg. The ring is probably worth more than I will make in this lifetime. Probably more than what my children would earn too. He knew better than to try and take the ring, or anything else that belonged to the Grey man. He quickly fed the bird some short strips of chicken. As the falcon tore into the meat, he reached into his apron’s pocket and produced a small sealed leather tube and tied it carefully to the other leg. My fee will come later he consoled himself. The bird finished its meal quickly and flew off without a backward glance nor any recognition of gratitude.The bird flew effortlessly back across the mountain clearing the peaks for a second time, ascending ever higher. Within half an hour, as the last rays of light were fading, its sharp eyes sighted the bustling city of Kilron Athorah and the small islands within its large lagoon. It sped towards one of those islands, the isle of Dorona. This was a privately owned island, bought off in gems by a rich nobleman a few years past. Landing in a private garden within the island’s palace the bird rested upon a short pedestal, shaking her wings from the rain. Within moments an elderly man came to her and took her to her cage within the mansion. Removing the small tube, the elderly man waded through several corridors until he reached a large ornate door. Looking down both sides of the corridor, the old man knocked twice in rapid procession, than four times at slower rate, and than once more before entering. The room inside was lavishly decorated with thick exotic rugs, heavy wooden furniture and well lit by several golden braziers. A middle aged man dressed in a dark blue satin robe fastened by a silver belt was sitting behind his desk scribbling on a scroll. Without looking up from his work, he tapped on a silver bowl with his quill. The elderly servant placed the tube inside the bowl, bowed and left the room as swiftly and silently as he had come. After the servant left the room, the Grey one stopped what he was preoccupied with and opened the tube. Inside were twenty small diamonds and a short one line note reading – “Baron Thymor of Ermos – Waylander”. “Waylander”, mused the Grey man, whom some think is nothing but a loose demon, a blood drinker, a vicious killer. Not many knew the secret of Dakyras or Waylander as he was known for the call of the assassin. The Grey man was in fact the only man alive who knew the tale. Here was an unusual man for this profession. He was not driven by greed, violence, or power like the other assassins in the Grey man’s employ. The man was soulless – not evil but lacking a soul. After the brutal slaying of his wife and two children his only ambition was to find the bandits responsible, and eliminate them one by one. For four years Waylander scoured the continent finding seven of the eleven men and ruthlessly slaying them. Some of them were no different than the scoundrels they were when they did the foul deed. Some of them settled down and started families of their own. It did not matter to Waylander, his revenge was settled in blood and only in blood. The man would take on other cases to fund his search and kill mission. Most of the assassins the Grey man knew were cowards, afraid that justice would soon befall them in turn. They would refuse dangerous or complicated tasks for fear of the noose. Or too stupid to be afraid, believing in their mastery in the art of death as a source for their immortality. Not so Dakyras. He had no fear of death, for he died a long time ago. And on the day of his death Waylander was born. You are so good at what you do Waylander that sometimes I wonder if Dakyras was ever real or just skin waiting to be shed. But what will you be when all your targets have been sent to the netherworld? Will you still remain the killer you were meant to be or fade into the dark horrors of history? Well, until then you shall make me rich for your reputation brings more cash than three of your colleagues. Dipping his quill once more he quickly scribbled the name of the next victim. [/sblock]</blockquote>

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