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14 posts. Organized Play character for rorek55.


Full Name

Arrack Arza Stormstriker

Race

Human

Classes/Levels

barbarian 1 |HP:14| AC:14| FF:13| T:11| CMD:17| Fort:+5 |Ref:+2 |Will:+3| Int.+3 | Rage /day 6

Gender

M

Size

M 6'7" (6 feet 7 inches in height.)

Age

20

Alignment

CG

Languages

common, elvish, Orcish

Strength 18
Dexterity 12
Constitution 16
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 14
Charisma 7

About Arrack Arza Stormstriker

picture of Arrack!

Arrack grew up in a tribe of nomadic barbarians, His family was a strange one, as they usually lived much longer than the other humans of the tribe and were thinner, lithe, with ears more pointed, eventually this lead to his families head being the chief. It was on his 18th birthday, when Arrack would be accepted into the tribe as a man that he was sent on a "quest" to slay a monstrous beast and bring proof of his victory to the tribe. It was on this quest the young man heard a calling in his head, as if something speaking to him softly. It lead him to a cave of sheer ice, The cold was nigh unbearable, but the lad pushed on, almost, pulled by the soft voice. It wasn't until he turned a corner and stepped into a massive chamber that he understood. The voice had lead him to a dragons den. Not just any dragon, but a white Wyrm of freezing death. Had it been awake, Arrack would have met his death then and there, but luck was with him, for the beast seemed fast asleep. A quick glance showed what it was that had been calling him. It was a crown, glowing a soft sickly green in the dark low damp light of the torch, and to its side a sword of massive proportions almost as long as Arrack was tall. He quietly made his way to these items after a long time. He placed his hand upon the blade and felt a thrum of power. A fire roared to life within him and he finally heard the tell-tale tick-tack of talons on ice, he turned, so entranced had he been by the item and the voice in his head he had not noticed the Wyrm awakening nor that it had watched him for the last part of his journey to the item. It said not a word save. "death". And it blew forth of breath of cold so great it would have frozen him solid for millennia, save one thing. The blade seemed to roar to life, it gave Arracks limbs energy and heat. It seemed to suck out the cold and turn it into strength. Then arrack felt a deeper being, a primal feeling underneath his consciousness, after a few moments he let go. He remembers little after that, save great strength and endurance coming over him, his logical thought process seemed to crumble with only one thought in his head at the time. Survive. And so he did, though to this day if he were honest, he knows not how. After its breath had been defeated, the dragon struck with tooth and nail, Arrack parried with the greatsword, and a thunderous crack Arose deafening the warrior though he cared not. It shattered decades thick ice, and blew back both the warrior and the dragon. As Arrack staggered to his feet he saw the Wyrm sprawled across the floor, it tried to stand but seemed greatly weakened and collapsed as if dead. He also noticed a crack in his blade, but did not comprehend it at the time. Almost against his will he collected the crown and what else he could carry with his trophy and began his journey home. As he entered the tribes camp there was a thunderstorm at his back, when he heard the shrill cry of the Wyrm he thought he had defeated. He looked to the sky and there, silhouetted against the black thunder clouds the dragon flew, hurdling towards him. It was still considerably weakened, and could not fly adequately and so crashed into the snow, taking arrack into a tumble with it. He somehow managed to keep from being squashed and, at the same time keep grip of his new blade. He heard the cries of his tribe and saw warriors rushing out to there deaths. He climbed from the ground, broken and bruised but bellowed out a cry to Tempus. He charged towards the Wyrm, who was just manages to regain his bearings from the crash and as he struck a lighting bolt flew from the sky, striking the warrior just as his blade struck the Ice drake. The power surged through him, through his blade, and into the beast. There was a shrill death cry as the wyrm fell in a heap to the ground. Arrack then ran to the dragons head, and in one fell stroke sliced it clean through to make sure of its death. He looked up into the awed faces of his tribe, and was embraced by his father who proclaimed him the greatest warrior of the tribe. Later the elders would take the crown and place it in the protection of the tribes shamans, though this crown would be there undoing. A year later, as Arrack and 4 others were out hunting a tragedy occurred. His tribe was decimated by a necromancer's undead horde because they had discovered the artefact in a glacier, the crown, that this necromancer had sought for decades. Upon returning they were assailed by the savagd and lifeless husks of what was once there tribe. thankfully only a few had been left, and they were able to fend them off, though 2 more of the tribe fell to these things, unable to slay the things that now wore there loved ones faces. And so, Arrack was left alive along with 3 of his fellows because he was out on a hunt when it happened. He has since \ vowed his life to finding this lich/necromancer and avenging his people, killing any undead along the way. To do this he has forced himself to enter civilized lands and learn the ways of the people there so he may gather information on this evil and possibly find fellows in which to aid him. Several times after his battle, he has tried to call upon the blade to aid him. But after the crack appeared, the power once withing has seemingly vanished.

intelligent for his people, kind hearted but harsh(tough love sorta) so he comes off gruff, prideful and headstrong. He has a thing for orphans as he lost his parents early in his child hood. not easily angered but once angered he is deadly.

appearance- tall, very tall. Black hair, piercing green eyes then just follow the picture :3

Human- alt. traits- trade feat and skill per level for +2 to a stat, heart of the field
invulnrable rager/totem warrior
traits- Deft dodger, indomitable will, reactionary
Drawbacks- pride
HP:15
AC:14

Feats-
power attack

Gear-
Greatsword, Studded leather, javelin x3

Items-
Backback
Flint and tinder
watersken (3)
Rope (100ft)
Rations (20)
Fishing Net
Grappling hook
bedroll
Belt Pouch
cold weather gear

skills-
Perception-1
Acrobatics-1
Climb-1
Know. Nature-1
Swim-1
Linguistics-1