Pirates of the Silver Sea
Githzerai Hybrid Invoker/Seeker
Zasheed, level 4
Covenant Manifestation: Manifestation of Malediction
Hybrid Invoker: Hybrid Invoker Reflex
Seeker’s Bond (Hybrid): Bloodbond (Hybrid)
Hybrid Seeker: Hybrid Seeker Will
Hybrid Talent: True Seeker’s Bond
Background: Borderland Nobility, Dark Apprenticeship, Early Life – Kidnapped (+2 to Acrobatics)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 8, Con 14, Dex 18, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 13.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 8, Con 14, Dex 15, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 13.
AC: 19 Fort: 15 Reflex: 18 Will: 18 HP: 37 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 9
TRAINED SKILLS Perception +11, Insight +11, Acrobatics +15, Arcana +7
UNTRAINED SKILLS Bluff +3, Diplomacy +3, Dungeoneering +6, Endurance +4, Heal +6, History +2, Intimidate +3, Nature +6, Religion +2, Stealth +6, Streetwise +3, Thievery +6, Athletics +3
FEATS Level 1: Arcane Prodigy Level 2: Hybrid Talent Level 4: Quick Draw
POWERS Hybrid at-will 1: Biting Swarm Hybrid at-will 1: Grasping Shards Hybrid encounter 1: Whispers of Defeat Hybrid daily 1: Execration Hybrid utility 2: Far Sight Hybrid encounter 3: Flickering Arrow
ITEMS Leather Armor of Sudden Recovery +1, Distance Dagger +1, Vengeful Dagger +1, Cloak of Distortion +1, Identification Papers with Portrait, Sunrod (2), Trail Rations (10), Travel Papers, Waterskinp.
Some say that the Trials and Traumas of life has the potential to birth the greatest of Heroes. Weapons forged and shaped by the harsh conditions of where they are birthed. They are wielded by the gods to wage a forever lasting war in the shadows of peace. Good and Evil, Law and Chaos among many other opposing ideals clashing together. But what happens when one of those weapons is left unclaimed?
Zasheed was the bastard son of borderland nobility, only kept on as an ‘extra’ in case one of his brothers passed away. He wasn’t recognized by the family or staff as anything else, passing through his young life as a ghost. Having been kept out of the Noble Records for the possible embarrassment that it might cause. Though he was given the training that the other siblings received in such the case he did have to replace one of them. Even in this, their choice of a Tutor had been poor and hasty as there had been ‘more important’ matters at hand. While the man seemed skilled enough in the ways of teaching, he had darker teachings in mind for the boy.
It wasn’t hard for him to gain Zasheed’s trust as he had been so neglected by the family. Using the neglect and disgust of the family and staff to feed the seeds of cold hatred into his core being. Through the trainings he would also instill the iron bars of caution and secrecy about his feelings and thoughts. Senseless outbursts of violence would not have a great enough impact to fully sate any desire for destruction. With such a base, he was prepared as a new disciple of a hidden god.
Using the guise of a short trip to learn things outside the household, he would meet a few other members. Going through unimaginable rites to start down the dark path of following the Chained God. Returning home with a final task before he would be allowed into the secretive ranks. With further guidance from his Tutor, they would take the time to setup the fall of his family. Not content with just their destruction but the erasure of his own past.
Though on another outing with his mentor to meet up with other followers, an adventuring party had gotten wind of their activities in the area. Invading and fighting through the secretive meeting, killing off all members who resisted capture. His master had used him as a distraction to make an escape. Leaving the still young boy to the mercies of the attackers. He would plead innocence and ‘change my ways’ along with the possibility of a reward from his family. Using his unconfirmed name to spark either greed for coin, glory or renown from the group. They would return to his home, given space to stay and food for an initial reward.
All the plans and setup they had layed out wasn’t fully ready but his hand had been forced. The longer he stayed the more connections he would have to erase. The adventuring group had left a week later, on their way to the next quest. If they had stayed just a few days longer, the disaster that felled his home would have caught them as well. He triggered the year long plan his master had helped him set, leaving the place that would soon only be burned tinder and scavenger food.
Wounding himself up a bit with slashes and burns, he would make his way to the next town that he knew the Adventurers had gone off to. Bursting into the inn to ‘collapse’ just inside, to be healed and rescued once again by the group. When recovering, he would spin the horrific tale of his household and the retribution of the cult against them. Only having escaped by luck as they had left him for dead. He would use the excuse to then join up with the party, learning from both the Invoker and Seeker there to make use of the destructive power already imbued from the sorcerous teachings of his Tutor. Making great use of them to grow in power while still plotting their demise.
An opportunity arouse when they had fallen into too much drink after a harsh quest. He would use this chance well with the tools he had prepared. Though his thinking would start to blur and the room spin. He had been drinking some juice, someone must have spiked the drink. He would soon fall into blackness, left with the agony of being so close to a release he had waited years to get.
He then came to, though his eyes could see nothing but the same blackness that claimed him before. Soon to find out he had been captured and placed on a ship in the astral sea. The only cause left to him was that of destroying his past with the adventuring group and the overall mission of his chained god…