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202 posts. Alias of Ryuko.


Full Name

Cortland Broadcloak

Race

Human

Classes/Levels

Fighter 4

Gender

Male

Size

Medium

Age

23

Special Abilities

Bravery + 1, Armor Training 1

Alignment

N

Deity

Shelyn

Location

Kalabuto

Languages

Common, Varisian, Polyglot

Occupation

Mercenary

Strength 14
Dexterity 20
Constitution 12
Intelligence 14
Wisdom 8
Charisma 12

About Cortland Broadcloak

Vital Statistics:

Male Human Fighter 4
TN Medium Humanoid (Human)
STR 14 DEX 20 CON 12 INT 14 WIS 8 CHA 12
Init:+5 Senses:Perception +2

Defense:

AC: 22=(10 + 6 Armor + 5 Dex + 1 Dodge)
HP: 30 (4d10+4)
Saves: Fort +5, Ref +6, Will 0
CMD: 21 Resist: Acid 5

Offense:

Spd: 30 ft
Melee: Aldori Dueling Sword +12 (1d8+4, 19-20/x3), Kukri +9 (1d4+2, 18-20/x2)
Ranged: Shortbow +9 (1d6, x2)
BAB: +4, CMD: +6

Details:

Favored Class: Fighter, Skill Points
Traits: Sword Scion, Performer (Weapon Drill)
Feats: Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Aldori Dueling Sword), Dodge, Mobility, Precise Strike, Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus (Aldori), Weapon Specialization (Aldori)
Skills:
Acrobatics +9 = 5 + 4
Climb +6 = 2 + 1 + 3
Diplomacy +5 = 1 + 4
Intimidate +8 = 1 + 4 + 3
Knowledge (Nobility) +4 = 2 + 2
Perform (Weapon Drill) +9 = 1 + 4 + 4
Perception +2 = -1 + 3

Equipment:

Masterwork Aldori Dueling Sword, Hip, 3 lbs
Kukri, Boot, 1 lbs
Shortbow, Back, 2 lbs
Quiver (40 Arrows), Back, 6 lbs
Masterwork Ankheg Breasplate, Worn, 30 lbs
Masterwork Backpack, Back, 4 lbs
Small Steel Mirror, Backpack, 1/2 lbs
Silk Rope (50 ft), Backpack, 5 lbs
Shaving Kit, Backpack, 1/2 lbs
Melodies of Shelyn, Backpack, 3 lbs
Bottle of Oldlaw Whiskey, Hip Flask, 1 lbs
7 Days Trail Rations, Backpack, 7 lbs
Bedroll, Backpack, 5 lbs
Small Tent, Backpack, 10 lbs
21 gp, 4 sp, Belt Pouch

Load: 63 lbs

Light Load: 0-66 lbs, Medium Load: 67-133 lbs, Heavy Load: 134-200 lbs

Description:

Dark eyes peer from under a wide hat painted with the bright colors of Shelyn. Untidy blonde hair peeks from the sides, and when his head rises you see two clear dueling scars across both cheeks. They are deep and recently healed, still pink with fresh skin. He awkwardly fumbles a bit to push back the hat with a hand missing the two forefingers. He walks a bit off, like he is used to having his weapon balanced on his other hip, and his bright crimson, green and blue armor, seemingly made from some form of bug chitin, does not seem to make his sallow look any better. Not a man to cross, and not a man living a life he thouroughly enjoys.

History:

Cortland Broadcloak wanted two things in his life. To be an Aldori swordlord like his father, and his father before him, and to claim the hand of the beautiful, spritely Aileen d'Trauer. Ailleen found him useful, and used the empty headed, foolish young boy to get rid of several suitors she found unsuitable. She needed only tell him that they were brutish and terrifying her before Cort would challenge any man, disgrace him, and rush back to her, sure that her love would be won this time. And so it was until Marten of Estcastle came to town.

Marten was aloof, smart, handsome, rich and already a swordlord at the age of 17. Ailleen fell for him instantly, and he found her to be an excellent distraction for a time. When Marten grew bored with her she was incredibly angry, and quickly intended to turn Cortland against her new ex. He was happy to oblige, and challenged Marten to a duel before thier fathers and the Lords of the academy, finally intending to best a swordlord in a duel and earn the right to fight at his fathers side.

The duel was quick, and when it was over the scion of the Broadcloaks lay bleeding in the grass, a losers mark scarred into his cheeks and two fingers on his right hand missing. Many claimed he would never again be able to wield a sword as he had before. But Cort left his home and signed on with the first company he could find afterward. He would learn to be even better with his left hand... or he would never return home.

Thrown into a savage land full of savage men, with the laws and rules he lived under every day suddenly gone, along with his mastery and much of his arrogance, Cortland may soon learn that sometimes you need more than a quick sword arm. Sometimes all you need is a good man at your back.

After braving dark jungle ruins with his new squadmates, Cort spent some time recovering from a bout of Malaria without his crew, but is now ready to get back into action.