Gorn the Blade's page

Total Ranks=(60)
Acrobatics +15 (6)
Appraise +6 (2)
Bluff +14 (6)
Climb +5 (1)
Diplomacy +10 (4)
Disable Device +11 (6)
Disguise +10 (6)
Escape Artist +15 (6)
Fly +6
Heal +0
Intimidate +11 (6)
Linguistics
Knowledge Local +6 (1)
Perception +9 (6)
Ride +6
Sense Motive +0
Spellcraft +2
Stealth +13 (6)
Survival +0
Swim +6
Use Magic Device +13 (6)

Equipment: Belt of Dex +2, Backpack, 2 Short Swords, 2 Daggers, Shortbow, Quiver (20) arrows, Pouch belt, Explorer's outfit, Leather Armor, Rope, silk (50 ft.), Waterskin, Thieves Tools, 2 Sunrods, Disguise Kit (5 uses), Caltrops, Manacles, Potion of CLW, Potion of Shield of Faith. (2+20+4+30+1+0+10+10+1+4+25+1+25+50=234)
Cash: 6gp 0sp 0cp

Gorn stood in the bakery, his golden eyes seemingly looking through the fat man in front of him, Ulek would like his gold now, you are two weeks late!, Gorn said in a low, but deadly manner as his blade slipped out of its sheath.
He liked this part the best. His cruel heart hoping the man wouldn't have the gold. He could always arrange an "accident" for him.
The big baker stuttered as he tried to get out his best excuse...Gorn didn't even bother listening. The baker wasn't even aware that his other blade also slipped out and was now between his legs as he distracted him with his primary blade.
Gorn spoke severely, So I guess I will take your manhood this time, as payment of the interest on your principal????
The big baker paled as he felt the blade rest on his privates.
No, no, you can have my jewelry then, just don't take them! the Baker looked down at the blade between his legs. A few minutes later Gorn was on his way back to old town, another balance collected with extra interest...he would of course pocket the extra.

Gorn was born on the streets of old town. He knew nothing of his mother and father other than he was born a freak. Thin stubby horns, which he kept hidden by his thick hair and golden eyes marked him as something else. Years on the street can take its toll on a person and make them dead or it can make them hard. In Gorn's case it had shaped him into stone. Knowing little about his background, his natural "talents" still came in handy. Being able to sneak in and out of places. Creating magical darkness to escape a bully or a mark...handy indeed.
Eventually his "fight" for survival caught the eyes of a local crimelord named Ulek. Ulek the "enforcer" had little style. He was a crimelord for a local crime boss. One day he ran across Gorn escaping a mark and claimed him as his own. Working with his other "daggers" he spent a few years picking pockets and picking up small debts from merchant types. Between his features and a natural knack for getting things out of people quickly he became Ulek's top debt collector. Just the threats from Gorn's short swords and his implied threats about that persons soul were usually enough to get the job done. Gorn had played his unusual features into the oppososite of what he truly was. He told everyone that his golden eyes with heaven touched, that of the Aasimar's. A few words of Celestial and his sweet tougue was usually enough to sway the listener into believing his lies.

Unfortunately for Ulek, he had been blackmailing the wrong city official. When the official was able to use magic to get back what Ulek had on him the city guards descended on Ulek and his crew and wiped most of them out. A little luck and a little skill allowed Gorn to barely escape with his life.

With Ulek gone and his services not in demand Gorn wandered a little, doing small jobs but nothing big enough to get any other groups attention.

It was not until sometime later that a chance encounter would change his life. Gorn was wondering into the the Handmaiden's Purse, as he was walking in two city guards were walking out and he bumped into one of them, Watch it scum! One word from me and I will have you in stocks. warned the young officer who was obviously brand new to the post. He was filled with his own sense of self importance and wanting to exercise his self worth in his new position. The tavern grew silent as Gorn stood before him.
The hood slipped from his head, exposing his celestial features...he slipped out a word in Celestial, [i]Fool..., before switching to common. Speaking the tongue from the "goody, goody" types he found usually helped to set the stage, and re-enforce that this person was dealing with something he might not be able to comprehend, "Mayhap we both were not looking where we were going eh young man???? He let the nature of the creature before him sink in as Gorn's golden eyes burned into his skull. 10 years ago at 15 he had forced gold from the hands of 200lb warriors, this young fop was nothing to him now but he could be dangerous if pushed too hard.
The Captain seemed to pale a little as he gave Gorn and his eyes a once over. The Captain's resolve waiver under his gaze as he just couldn't bring himself to force a showdown.
Maybe....lets go Davis
He scurried out of the tavern like most of his kind do and Gorn sat down to drink. After a short time a woman in a long dress came over, from her stance she was obviously someone important and dangerous.
Buy you a drink? she said.
Of course my friend, my table is yours. What can I do for you. I replied.

I think it is more about what I can do for you. The name is Tiadora. We are always on the lookout for talented individuals. I saw you handle yourself. You lucky the little man didn't pull his blade, otherwise you would be dead, but it seems you have some skill with words...and I imagine other things. We could use someone like you....with your skills.
I don't care who you were or what scum birthed you. What I do care about is that you are able to do some things with your mouth and hands and to a lesser degree with your sword arm. What's your name?
Gorn told him his true name, for some reason Tiadora had the look of a woman that could easily pick up on deceit...
Tiadora spoke again, Take this coin to the house of Arigan. Someone will see to you there and if they also like what they see, you can earn a good living and be more than what you are now. Good luck Gorn, I expect to see you later.

With that she got up and walked away...no small talk just action. Gorn liked her manner and decided he would at least go and see about this opportunity...

What he found at this house was unexpected. He was brought before a man named Cardinal Thorn. He immediately saw through Gorn's disguise. So Devil spawn do you want to know what birthed you? Gorn was immidately interested, though also alarmed. It took just a few minutes for Gorn to realize that this man had no interest in the good creatures of Talinguarde and that his devilish background was part fo the reason why he was here.

It tooks but a few weeks before Gorn was enlisted into Thorn's service. He had no love for this "Kingdom". If it fell and he rose to the top of what was left then all the better!

Personality – Gorn is a very serious type. He knows his strengths, and although he considers himself a threat, he knows when not to step over a line or cross those he shouldn't. Although he grew up on the streets, he is no stranger to working with others and under strict guidelines in a group.

Description: Gorn would be quite charming when he wants to be and uses his golden eyes to good effect. He has long flowing hair black hair and is of dark complexion. His small red horns hide easily in his thick hair.