About Xaikon of Clan Iron BeakXaikon
Fortitude:+11[+9+2(Con)]
Bite +20/+20/+15 1d6+6 x2 piercing
Feats:Agile Maneuvers,Blind Fighting,Catch Off Guard*,Combat Reflexes,Dodge*,Improvised Weapons Mastery*,Mobility*,Monkey Style, Quick Draw,Throw Anything*, Weapon Finesse, Stunning Fist Adept Mythic Feats: Dual Path:Champion,Mythic Quick Draw,Mythic Weapon Finesse Skills;
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Class Abilities:
Stunning Fist: 15/day save DC23
Evasion and Improved Evasion Fast Movement:+50ft. maneuver Training:Add Class level instead of BAB to determine CMB Ki Pool: 12 Ki points
Slow Fall:70ft High Jump: I can add my class level(15) as a bonus to my Acrobatics skill to determine jump success. I also make all jumps as if i had a running start.
Wholeness of Body: can burn 2ki points to gain 15 hp back Abundant Step: Can use 2ki points to use Dimension Door as a 15th level caster Diamond Soul: Grants me Spell Resistance 25 Quivering Palm:1/day for up to 15 days Fort DC22 to save v.Death Versatile Improvisation: Can change the damage type for improvised weapons to another type (ie Slashing to Bludgeoning) for one round Ki Weapons: Can have all Improvised weapons able to deal my Unarmed damage for 1 round at the cost of 1ki point Mythic stuff: Paths: Champion and Guardian
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Back Ground. Xaikon was born into this dismal world, in a Kenku(tengu) rookery under the control of a Handmaiden devil. His clan had held there own in the new world as there natural abilities to blend in with the cultures before the hordes of evil came, When the hordes of evil came they easily found a way to blend in. Xaikons' clan secluded them selves in their mountain hold in the Graypeak Mountains directly east of Candlekeep. His people were discovered by this Handmaiden and instead of having her Infernal Hordes destroy them, she saw potential. She groomed them to be better spies and infiltrators. She indoctrinated them in the glories of Asmodeus, her masters master. His people followed just to survive. Though over the generations the childern became more aligned with the vile Handmaiden named Aroxea. When Xaikon emerged from his egg he too began the training. at 10 he was learning the way of the blade, his people had studied for thousands of generations. During this time a Wandering Cleric named Varith Sytles came with a group of the Deneirian sect of monks called the Zealots of the Written Word. They came with a new verve and power. They Defeated the Handmaiden and her minions as well as got rid of the converted Kenku. Clan Iron Beak was free, But there stronghold was compromised. Aroxeas' master would come for them. The Priest Varith told them to join him in his quest to take back Candlekeep. the Elders agreed and the Kenku marched to war. Young Xaikon had come to train with and spar with the Zealots. He especially trained with the weaponless powerhouse know as Salthar Irons, a Rashmeni man. As they ventured and fought the treacherous perils of the mountains they made there way to the town of Lhork. Here Xaikon fought now 15 as a Zealot. He learned much and slew a few devils and demons that inhabited the area. The journey continued on as the Crusade for Candlekeep continued on. the picked up more of the distraught and the displaced. they were growing strength as priests whose powers had been returning came under there banner that of a Lit candle in front of an open book on a blue background. Xaikon slowly began to surpass his fellow Zealots, as he fought hard against the hordes of Infernal and Abyssal powers, as well as there normal minions. He gained many treasures defeating these beasts as did he gain items the groups few craft based mages and clerics gave him. All the while he wrote of the exploits of the Crusade. He put his pen furiously to page as he began to craft the historical tale of their plight and the plight of the heroes who fought and died valiantly on the fell in battle. Xaikon and the crusade got to the keep and found much of it in shambles. A powerful Balor and his undead and demonic minions resided there. They fought here for a month barely breaching the defenses. Xaikon wrote on when he could, often in hopeful tones as he saw friends and family die. He was every hopeful to get inside. It took over three moths of a siege to break the walls. Other creatures had impeded their efforts. but they made it. The warriors continued their assault. The Zealots went to the archives deep in the bowls of the keep. here they fought twisted former sages desecrating the works they had strived to protect. the hardest thing Xaikon has done, he fought and bleed and nearly died here from the undead sages, having taken a vow not to destroy the works of literature and the written knowledge, he managed to clear it out. He emerged with only a handful of Zealots. On his way out thats when he saw the Balor. The behemoth of a creature was in the yard several walls here weakened and the force that was once some ten thousand strong was barely a thousand. Varith had fallen as had many of the priests and mages. Xaikon prayed as he focused himself and slid his hands onto his gloves. He looked to his fellow Zealots and shouted. "In my trunk is my books, the history of our campaign,and to all of you once this is clear take the works and head to Waterdeep, its safe there and spread these works and there message so all know that though Candlekeep has fallen its mission will never die" and with that he uttered his last words charging into the fray slaying demon and undead alike. No wounds mattered no spell no weapon he slew demon and undead alike. When he got to the Balor he was even more towards the brink of death than before. He still fought on, they say his battle took hours as they exchanged blows, the literal walls of the keep shaking under the powerful blows. Xaikon was a whirlwind of blows and the balor his clumsy partner. The battle culminated with the tengu picking the eye out of the Balor, and drives the very sword the bastard was wielding into the heart of the Balor. the two fell into the water and they sunk into the depths. Xaikon was in the hand of the dying demon, and was too injured to swim away, and accepted his fate sinking to the bottom only to wake in the library of his patron and god Deneir |
