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Message: <blockquote data-quote="wysiwyg" data-source="post: 4692629" data-attributes="member: 16985">KareusKareus AppearanceKareus is a tall, handsome, clean shaven male of about six foot in height and an athletic build. He has short cropped brown hair and steel grey eyes. He is dressed in plain traveller’s clothing and a dark blue cloak around his shoulders. He carries two ornate short blades at his side and several throwing daggers looped between his shoulder and torso on a dagger belt. GeneralRace: HumanGender: MaleClasses: Rogue (3rd) & Warblade (1st) Age: 20Height: 6”0Weight: 160lbHair: BrownEyes: Grey STR: 16DEX: 16CON: 14INT: 14WIS: 12CHA: 12 Defenses & SavesHP: 29RP: 29 AC: 20Touch: 20Flat Footed: 10 Fort: +5Reflex: +8Will: +2 or +9 (Moment of Perfect mind) CombatInitiative: +3 2x MW Short Swords: +6 (1d6+3, 19-20/x2)5x Throwing Daggers: +6 (1d4+3, 19-20/x2, 10’)MW Repeating Heavy Crossbow: +7 (1d10, 19-20/x2, 120’) * First round of combat (Rapid Assault): +1d6 to damage.* Using Punishing Stance: +1d6 to damage.* Using Sapphire Nightmare Blade: +1d6 to damage (opponent flat footed).* Flanking: +2d6 to damage. FeatsWeapon Focus (short sword), Two Weapon Fighting Style, Rapid Assault Skills (1) Move Silently +12, Hide +12, Concentration +9 (2) Climb +12, Spot +6, Search +7, Balance +10, Tumble +10(3) Swim +7, Listen +5, Open Locks +8, Gather Info. +7, Diplomacy +5, Know. (Local) +6(4) Jump +8 Notes: 73 points. (1) 7 ranks each; (2) 5 ranks each; (3) 4 ranks each; (4) 3 ranks  Stances:Punishing Stance: +1d6 damage; -2 AC. Manoeuvres:Moment of Perfect Mind: Uses Concentration check in place of Will save.Sapphire Nightmare Blade: Opponent flat footed, +1d6 damage with Concentration check.Wolf Fang Strike: Attack with 2 weapons as a standard action at a single target. Abilities:Battle Clarity, Weapon Aptitude, Sneak attack +2d6, Trapfinding, Evasion, Trap Sense+1 BackgroundI have seen them wither and die. It is horrific if you can see the picture as an outsider as I have always been. Their entire lives, they dug in the mud from dawn to dusk. They battled the harsh sun, the cold rains and winds. They pleaded with the seasons and elements to have compassion. What little the farm would eventually yield, was then stripped by the baron’s tax collector. And what was their gain? Few precious moments of joy. A lifetime of agony.  My mother, undernourished, died from the fever-plague when I was eight. My father was hung for poaching during the year of the great famine before my fifteenth summer. My brothers enlisted into the baron’s ranks. The very same baron that had our father hung. My sister ploughs the wharves of Kishan nightly, hoping to earn a few coppers from passing sailors. As for me. Being the youngest of four siblings, I packed what little belongings I had and joined a trading vessel as their youngest sailor. The captain and crew were harsh and unforgiving men. It had been the most arduous year of my life. Fate finally showed its hand when Finn was hauled on board, unconscious after been marooned at sea for eight days. Don’t even entertain the idea that the captain was acting out of benevolence. Finn was hauled because of the expensive Ophirian clothes that cloaked him. If not for the cryptic map that was found on his body, he would of been thrown right back. It was my duty to nurse Finn back to health. In those three weeks, I had found the father I needed. Finn pretended to endure his mental sickness until we sighted the coast of Tyria. That night, Finn dispatched the night guard, and rowed with me to shore. We travelled north for a month towards the capital city, Ulrich. It was during that month that my training in true survival began. I do not wish to bore you, but let us just say that Finn was a master, nay a sage in the arts of subterfuge and fairly good with the blade.  It was in Ulrich that Finn introduced me to the true warrior Kareus his partner; the very same person who’s name I carry. It was there that I lived with the two thieves. And I mean lived! I could never go back to being the farm boy I had once been. Life was a fleshpot to be torn into. It was during those four years that I had grown sharp canines to taste the rich marrow of life for those who dare.  Our days of camaraderie came to a bitter end when we were betrayed to the watch by a fellow rogue, Janis, may his name be cursed. Kareus and Finn were too drunk to offer any resistance when they were arrested at the inn of the Falling Sun. They had met their end after being tortured for two days and hung in the public square for all to see. I got to their belongings before the king’s men did. I have donned Kareus’ blades and name, and Finns enchanted hat. I escaped Ulrich that night until it will be safe to return one day, for I have a score of blood yet to settle.  It has been a mere week since I have seen the other side of the Tyrian border. I have avoided human contact the entire time and I long for a warm meal and bath and some companionship. There is a small village up ahead. If luck favours, they will have all that I need. I have learned much since I met Finn and Kareus. But the most important lesson of all: it is for me, and me alone, to make my own luck... EquipementOn Body: Explorer’s outfit, healing medallion, MW boots (move silently), MW cloak (hide), 2x MW short swords, 5x throwing Daggers, MW repeating heavy crossbow (10 bolts), small backpack. In small backpack: Everburning torch, MW climbing kit, MW thieves tools, silk rope, crowbar, antitoxin, belt pouch In regular backpack: bedroll, blanket, flint & steel, hammer, piton, soap, torch, waterskin, whetstone, travellers’ outfit On Donkey: Regular backpack, iron pot, fishhooks x10, hand axe, trail rations (20days), tent, 4x waterskins, pack saddle, 2x sacks, bit & bridle, saddlebags Belt pouch: 65pp, 28gp, 11sp Mount: Light warhorse, Riding saddle AnimalsLight warhorse, donkey, hunting dog *Speaks in this color*</blockquote>

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