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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hafrogman" data-source="post: 4959892" data-attributes="member: 8858">[sblock=Brant]====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ======Brant Sorrenson, level 10Human, Warlord|FighterHybrid Warlord: Hybrid Warlord WillHybrid Talent: Fighter Combat TalentFighter Combat Talent: Two-handed Weapon TalentBackground: Occupation - Military (+2 to Endurance)FINAL ABILITY SCORESStr 20, Con 14, Dex 9, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 11.STARTING ABILITY SCORESStr 16, Con 14, Dex 9, Int 13, Wis 13, Cha 11.AC: 26 Fort: 24 Reflex: 20 Will: 21HP: 72 Surges: 10 Surge Value: 19TRAINED SKILLSEndurance +15, History +12, Athletics +14, Heal +12UNTRAINED SKILLSAcrobatics +3, Arcana +7, Bluff +5, Diplomacy +5, Dungeoneering +7, Insight +7, Intimidate +5, Nature +7, Perception +7, Religion +7, Stealth +3, Streetwise +5, Thievery +3FEATSHuman: Weapon Expertise (Axe)Level 1: Weapon Focus (Axe)Level 2: Hybrid TalentLevel 4: Martial FreedomLevel 6: Action SurgeLevel 8: Restful HealingLevel 10: Power AttackPOWERSBonus At-Will Power: Reaping StrikeHybrid Fighter at-will 1: Brash StrikeHybrid Warlord at-will 1: Opening ShoveHybrid encounter 1: Diabolic StratagemHybrid daily 1: Villain's MenaceHybrid utility 2: Invigorating PresenceHybrid encounter 3: Crushing BlowHybrid daily 5: Stand the FallenHybrid utility 6: Mighty SprintHybrid encounter 7: Reckless StrikeHybrid daily 9: White Raven StrikeHybrid utility 10: Strength From PainITEMSMagic Braidmail Armor +3, Berserker Greataxe +2, Cloak of Survival +2, Belt of Vigor (heroic tier), Iron Armbands of Power (heroic tier), Helm of the Stubborn Mind (heroic tier), Potion of Healing (heroic tier), Distance Handaxe +1, Adventurer's Kit, Everburning Torch, Dagger====== Copy to Clipboard and Press the Import Button on the Summary Tab ======[/sblock][sblock=Background]Do you ever stop, take stock of your life, and realize that you have absolutely NO idea how you ended up here?  I've been a farmer, a soldier, an officer and a drunk.  And what do I do for a living?  I wander around the countryside with the most motley assortment of adventurers you're ever likely to meet.  The money's good, I suppose, but the hours are lousy, and any job that makes you rate your days by the number of things that have tried to kill you . . .Farming's not much of a good time either, I suppose.  But sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't left.  I suppose that's just idle speculation, I doubt I ever could have been happy there.  Not without knowing what was out here first.  So first chance I got, I was gone, enlisting in the army.  See the world, meet interesting people and then kill them.  Except that most of a soldier's life isn't even that interesting.  Boredom is the worst part.  Followed closely by latrine duty.  Or maybe I have those backwards.  Mostly you just keep your head down, your feet dry and let the officers take care of the rest.  Until they promote you of course.They didn't do that for a number of years, of course.  There was a war on at that point.  I suppose the fact that they wanted to make me a sergeant should have warned me how bad it was going.  But there I was, they gave me my own squad of fresh-faced recruits, a nice red cloak and sent us on our way.  They were good kids, my squad, but kids all the same.  It's a pretty easy choice to take for some of us.  You see the soldiers march by in their uniforms, and you see all the girls a flutter, and you take a look at your own life.  Then you enlist.  But I'd signed up for years of drudgery.  These kids had landed themselves in a war.  I got to know them pretty well over the next few months.  "Brick" his father was a mason, and he was built like a wall himself.  "Smiley" never smiled, not that we saw.  "The Kid" was actually one of the older ones, but had the face of a baby.  "Mouse" was our scout, small and quick.  And I was just "Sarge".  I would be the only one to make it out alive.We were holed up on a hill that night with some other squads.  We were supposed to be the reinforcements, cutting down into the enemy's flank after the main force engaged them in the morning.  I guess we got spotted, because before our main force even arrived we were ambushed.  They came from the south, using the trees for cover, making the hill top before we even spotted them.  Their arrows took down a bunch of us in the first volley, I saw Mouse and Brick go down, and then they were right their in our faces.  I gathered up The Kid and Smiley and tried to cut us a path clear, to make the trees and escape.  We all took a few blows, but it was close.  Then Smiley got cut down right beside me as we neared the edge.  I pushed The Kid into the trees a few steps ahead of me and then everything went black.  Next thing I know I'm lying under some bushes at the bottom of the hill.  My broken ribs told me that I'd taken the quick way down, and the arrow-inflicted dent in my helmet reminded me of the importance of head gear.  I guess I'd escaped notice in the dark.  I made my way to the top of the hill, to see it in the daylight.  They'd left the bodies.  Everyone was dead.  I buried Brick, Smiley and Mouse along with the others on top of that hill.  It wasn't until I finished and made my way down that I found The Kid's body.  He'd made it down the hill, but not much further.  That was it.  They were all dead, and I was the one left to bury them.  Something broke inside me that day.I suppose I should have tried to find someone to report to.  Honestly, I don't even know how the war turned out, maybe there was nobody left to report to.  I left my uniform on that hill and then I walked.  I walked until I found someplace new, far away from either side.  Then I bought a bottle and crawled inside.The next clear memory I have is waking up with a hangover, a number of miles from anywhere, with a bunch of people I didn't know too well.  I'm pretty sure there had been some kind of discussion about danger and money, I probably thought I was signing up to be a caravan guard or something.  But when the booze ran out, I was already a few days into my new life as an adventurer.  I guess it was what I needed.  I still don't know why I had to be the one to survive, but now I've got a new squad.  We've shed blood for each other.  I watch out for them, keep them up, keep them moving.  Then I throw myself into battle for them.  They tell me I'm a little too reckless.  But I don't care.  This time, I won't be the one left to bury anyone.[/sblock]<img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/attachments/talking-talk/41528d1253661815-insights-shadow-giants-ooc-brantlores.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

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