Tall, dark, strong, silent type. Wears a sword across his back and a cape made from bear skin over his plate armor set.
Oakblade Whitewater, level 3 Elf, Fighter Build: Great Weapon Fighter Fighter: Combat Superiority Fighter Talents: Two-handed Weapon Talent Background: Arcane Sentinel (Arcana class skill)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 17, Con 15, Dex 15, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 8.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 17, Con 15, Dex 13, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 8.
AC: 20 Fort: 17 Reflex: 14 Will: 13 HP: 42 Surges: 11 Surge Value: 10
TRAINED SKILLS Athletics +7, Intimidate +9, Arcana +6
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics +1, Bluff, Diplomacy, Dungeoneering +2, Endurance +1, Heal +2, History +1, Insight +2, Nature +4, Perception +4, Religion +1, Stealth +1, Streetwise, Thievery +1
FEATS Level 1: Armor Proficiency (Plate) Level 2: Blade Opportunist
POWERS Fighter at-will 1: Footwork Lure Fighter at-will 1: Cleave Fighter encounter 1: Covering Attack Fighter daily 1: Harrier’s Ploy Fighter utility 2: Defensive Stance Fighter encounter 3: Sweeping Blow
ITEMS Bastard sword, Adventurer’s Kit, Dagger, Handaxe, Javelin, Climber’s Kit, Silk Rope (50 ft.), Staggering Greatsword +1, Amulet of Double Fortune +1, Longbow, Arrow (26), Immunizing Plate Armor +1, Cincture of the Dragon Spirit (heroic tier), Battle Standard of Might (heroic tier), Potion of Healing (heroic tier)
Born and raised in the great city Rivercross, Jewel of Tormandir, Oakblade Whitewater grew up in the shadows of its streets. He was a son of a whore who never knew his father. He could have done worse with his lot in life, for he ended up in a peculiar secret society, one step above the common street gang.
They called themselves Grim Covenant. They were led by an ancient elf paladin bent on purging demons from this world, and that’s what Grim Covenant did. They waged a secret war in the shadows of their great city. They struck without warning and left no survivors whenever there was any doubt, reasonable or not, of demonic possession or corruption. Politicians, merchants, sailors, nobles, deputies – anyone suspected of not being themselves was found dead in the morning, often tortured before being allowed to die.
The port of the city was always bustling, and there were always new suspects, new arrivals who brought possibility of new taint with them. The leader of the Covenant was not delusional – there are demonic infestations in the land, and many battles were fought in the dark alleyways between the demon hunters and their prey. Proving that any given case is a demonic possession and not just another corrupt official was never a high priority – the Covenant gave up on the law and sparing innocents. There weren’t any to be had in a city this big.
The demon hunters of Grim Covenant were well-versed in the arcane arts, instructed, even if they posessed no magical aptitude, in the way many spells worked, especially those of mind control and dimensional travel. They also practiced certain forbidden rituals – to fight fire with fire, as it were.
One fine day, Oakblade discovered that he was living a half-truth. He overheard a few things, stumbled into others and stuck his nose where it didn’t belong. He discovered that the Covenant’s venerable leader – the paladin named Hale Stargazer – was possessed himself, and the reason he founded and financed the Covenant was to get rid of his rivals who played a cosmic game of chess with mortals.
The Covenant did not take the news well. There was a split – many blindly believed Hale to be able to do no wrong and who accused Oakblade of trying to usurp leadership. Those who believed his story sided with Oakblade and there was a bloody massacre, because that’s the way Grim Covenant worked: hack and slash until you forget about the questions.
At the end of the day, Oakblade was the last man standing. He was wavering, clutching his side, staring at the corpse of Hale Stargazer and the corpse of his wife who tried to protect her fearless leader against her husband, side by side with the corpse of every friend he’s ever had. The floor of the underground lair where this took place was slippery, thick with blood of over a hundred men and women of many races, and the air was shimmering with sorcerous power that had no other willing hosts to claim. Oakblade was the sole survivor. He wasn’t the strongest, the fastest or the toughest of the demon hunters. He was merely unlucky.
Since that day, the whispers never stopped. He doesn’t believe them when they say that his wife was pregnant with their unborn child. But he knows that the demon that possessed Hale Stargazer is not slain – merely delayed until it finds a new host and starts another cult.
It is that thought that keeps Oakblade alive and as sane as he is. Because this is not over.
If it was, he probably would kill himself; if not then and there, then weeks later in agonizing solitude. Instead, he joined the army, to either fulfill his death wish or prepare trying. There will be time when Hale will cross swords with him again – and when that happens, the demon will not get away.