About Corbius Jank
Spells in Spellbook:
Level 0:Acid Splash (0), Arcane Mark (0), Dancing Lights (0), Daze (0), Detect Magic (0), Disrupt Undead (0), Flare (0), Ghost Sound (0), Light (0), Mage Hand (0), Open/Close (0), Prestidigitation (0), Ray of Frost (0), Read Magic (0), Spark (0),
Level 1: Magic Weapon (1), Ray of Enfeeblement (1), Shield (1), Shocking Grasp (1), True Strike (1), Chill Touch (1), Color Spray (1), Grease (1), vanish, Flare burst
Level 2: Cats Grace, Blur
Secret of Blades:
Secret of the blades
By practicing the family techniques shown to you by Ishirou, you have learned to better master your blade. While wielding one weapon you focus on for one week of training you gain a +1 to all CMB and CMD checks with this weapon.
Once per day you can focus all of your might into a mighty reverse grip thrust that impales your opponent. For this attack you are granted a +2 to hit, damage, and attempts to confirm any criticals that occur. You gain an additional use of this ability for every six levels you have with a maximum of 4 uses per day at 18th level. (1/6/12/18)
Driven Corbius has trained for many years to take on the family legacy of bearing Asilande the blackblade. He has sacrificed much totry and reawaken the energy within her and will not stop until he does. When Corbius starts something he finishes it no matter the personal cost.
Protective Corbius has an affinity for those he considers vulnerable and is willing to sacrifice to protect them.
Crazy? Corbius will occasionally talk to Asilande (his sword) and seems to be frustrated with it to a great degree. However, he is still very attached to this weapon and will not willingly give it up.
Standard Attack Rapier/Shortbow [dice] 1d20+4;1d6+1[/dice]
Enhanced Attack Rapier/Shortbow [dice] 1d20+5;1d6+2[/dice]
The young man sits nervously in his chair. He looks no older than 19, with olive skin and dark red hair. “My name? My name is Corbrius Jank. If you insist on hearing my story, you have to understand that it's really as much about her as me.” He places his sword on the table and unsheathes it slightly. Though of ancient and ornate design the curved blade has obviously seen better days. Its etchings are faded, its metal a dull gray, and the red gem on the hilt has a crack running down its center. “This is Asilande. She's asleep right now. That's why I have to go to south, to wake her up again.”
“She was different then. I was just a kid, but I'd never seen anything so beautiful.” His hand gently rests on the blade. “Black as night with a gleaming red eye, sharp enough to cleave granite, and even if I couldn't hear her voice I could feel the life in her.” He pauses as the memories overtake him. “Uncle Gabber said she had a mission for him. That it was why our family had protected her all these years, to help her when she needed to act. So he went south, to the jungles of Mwangi. Only he never came back, and she came back like this.”
“I don't know what happened to uncle Gabber, but I think he has to be dead. Asilande wouldn't leave his side otherwise. I also don't think she finished what she needed to do. That's why I've trained in combat and spell work like uncle did, so I can finish what he couldn't.” He frowns, despite himself. “But she still hasn't woken up again. Maybe I need to be stronger, maybe I need to be somewhere she's needed. If I'm going to find either of those it's by going south, where she sent uncle Gabber.”
He looks up with a mixture of pleading and determination. “I can read Azlanti runes and understand the arcane workings that still linger in their places. If you're going to be investigating ruins I can be of help with those. I've also trained enough with Asilande that I can hold my own in a fight, even with her in this state. So please, let me join you on your journey. I promise I'll be of use to you.”