World Of Tiers
====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&DI Character Builder ====== Maveith, level 2 Goliath, Warlord Build: Tactical Warlord Commanding Presence: Resourceful Presence
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 20, Con 12, Dex 10, Int 14, Wis 8, Cha 11.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 18, Con 10, Dex 10, Int 14, Wis 8, Cha 11.
AC: 19 Fort: 17 Reflex: 14 Will: 13 HP: 34 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 8
TRAINED SKILLS Endurance +7, Intimidate +6, Athletics +14, Heal +5
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics, Arcana +3, Bluff +1, Diplomacy +1, Dungeoneering, History +3, Insight, Nature +2, Perception, Religion +3, Stealth, Streetwise +1, Thievery
FEATS Level 1: Improved Resources Level 2: Toughness
POWERS Warlord at-will 1: Opening Shove (retrained to Commander’s Strike at Level 2) Warlord at-will 1: Wolf Pack Tactics Warlord encounter 1: Warlord’s Favor Warlord daily 1: Bastion of Defense Warlord utility 2: Repositioning Command
ITEMS Longsword, Light Shield, Adventurer’s Kit, Dwarven Chainmail +1 ====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&DI Character Builder ======
I am Maveith to all who know me now. To my clansmen I was BoneGrinder. Take heed of this name, for it was earned, not given. My childhood and past are of no concern to anyone, but me. It’s of little importance now, anyway. All you need know about me is that I have seen war. I have seen destruction. And until recently, I thought I was the only one left of my clan or any clan in the mountains I called home. I knew of only one other that might have survived.
More than a year ago, my clan received word that another clan, friendly to us, was in need of help. They had been attacked and nearly destroyed by a legion of bugbears. This was strange, for I hadn’t heard of bugbears ever daring to attack a Goliath clan like that. Especially one as strong as this. I knew of this clan and it had many great warriors. Some of whom I’d fought with before. They were strong and knew the way of war. These bugbears were either fool hearty or driven by something they feared more than death. As we prepared to make haste and head east to fight with our brothers, we received new word of their fate. The bugbears had nearly wiped out the clan in waves of attacks. They’re greatest warrior, now called DeathBringer for his slaughter of many foes, was refortifying their positions, but could fight no more. He was leaving. I’m not sure why. Perhaps he felt responsible for the scores of dead. Either way, they needed more help now than ever.
The elders of my clan sent me and other warriors to reinforce the ranks of their decimated clan. After the last battle and the loss of DeathBringer, they wouldn’t be able to withstand another assault, which we knew would come. We weren’t sure what the bugbears wanted, but they don’t give up easily and would surely return. When we arrived, we were welcomed and as we entered the village, I was stunned at the scene. DeathBringer had done well in setting up new defenses, but the previous battles and losses were staggering. I deployed my men and took command of the situation. We would hold this land and I would feel the cracking bones of my enemies once more. I swore it!
It wasn’t long before our enemies showed themselves again. They attacked from multiple directions and with no regard for their lives. We were able to repel their attacks for many days and I felt confident. I sent word to my clan through the a mountain pass to the west, seeking the guidance of our elders. The next day the runners head was launched into our position. His body most likely devoured by the retched beasts. We were surrounded. The enemy had cut off the western passage heading back to my clan. Enemy to the east and west, a mountain wall to the north and a cliff’s edge to our immediate south. We would hold, or nothing would stop them.
Again we pushed back two more assaults and continued to hold our ground…until we saw something that seemed impossible. Giants. Somehow allied with bugbears. Even with our strength we didn’t have the numbers to repel such an assault. The giants crushed through our defenses and tore through my men. I jumped on the back of a giant and thrust my sword through his neck. As he fell to the ground, he landed near the cliffs edge, with part of me under him, crushed. The battle raged on, but I couldn’t move or free myself from the giants body. The cliff edge began to give way under his tremendous weight. We both fell and I landed on the edge of a crevice far below.
It was long before I woke. I found myself in a cave being tended to by a dwarf cleric. How he managed to bring me there, I have no memory of. My thoughts immediately returned to the battle and our clansmen. I tried to get up, eager to return. The dwarf gave me news of the battle that I could hardly bear. The battle was lost. The giants and bugbears destroyed the remainder of DeathBringer’s village and…moved on into my lands. Survivors, if any, are scattered in the mountains, seeking out other clans for protection. All was lost.
A few months of care from the dwarf gave me the strength to return to the site of the battle. His words were true. Only charred rubble remained. I found no one. I returned to my lands and found them empty. Not destroyed, but vacant. I can only assume they thought me dead. I searched and could find no trace of where they’ve gone. I was alone. But I remembered the one who had gone to the outlanders. I would set out to find DeathBringer. He is the only one that could understand my plight. I would bring him no good news, but perhaps together, we can return and have our vengeance!