The Woodlands Scales of War
Is on fire?
== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ==
Gizmo, level 4
Monastic Tradition Option: Desert Wind
Versatile Expertise Option: Versatile Expertise (Light blade)
Versatile Expertise Option: Versatile Expertise (Mace)
Auspicious Birth (Auspicious Birth Benefit)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES
STR 14, CON 10, DEX 19, INT 9, WIS 12, CHA 17
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
STR 14, CON 10, DEX 16, INT 9, WIS 12, CHA 14
AC: 21 Fort: 18 Ref: 21 Will: 19
HP: 46 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 11
Acrobatics +11, Diplomacy +10, Perception +8, Stealth +13
Arcana +1, Athletics +4, Bluff +7, Dungeoneering +3, Endurance +2, Heal +3, History +1, Insight +3, Intimidate +5, Nature +3, Religion +1, Streetwise +5, Thievery +6
Basic Attack: Melee Basic Attack
Basic Attack: Ranged Basic Attack
Firecrafter Attack: Blazing Corona
Goblin Utility: Goblin Tactics
Monk Feature: Desert Wind Flurry of Blows
Monk Attack 1: Blistering Flourish
Monk Attack 1: Five Storms
Monk Attack 1: Light the Fire
Monk Attack 1: Masterful Spiral
Monk Utility 2: Eye in the Sky
Monk Attack 3: Burning Brand
Level 1: Unarmored Agility
Level 2: Improved Defenses
Level 4: Versatile Expertise
Monk unarmed strike
Cloth Armor (Basic Clothing)
Goblin Totem Club +1 x1
Potion of Healing
Scarf of Reconciliation +2 x1
Flowform Cloth Armor (Basic Clothing) +1 x1
== End ==
Gizmo was a lowly goblin slave of the hobgoblin warcamp run by the hobgoblin known as Sinruth, until the day he decided that enough was enough and ran off for freedom. Using his strange fire abilities that he has kept secret since birth, and the unique fighting style he created using his “firecrafting,” he snuck ahead of Sinruth’s forces and warned the next city of conquest, the city of Brindol.
There, he came into a band of adventurers, whom he assisted in staving off the raid. However, instead of finding his freedom for his good deeds, he has now found himself in the possession of a surprisingly dominant Elven woman.
How will Gizmo ever escape a life of servitude? T_T
Excerpt from the journal of The Viridian Flame:
It’s been a rough couple of days and a lot has happened since I last wrote.
Quick summary: I just escaped from Sinruth’s army camp in order to warn the city of Brindol in hopes of earning my freedom to go home. However, I got wrangled into taking down Sinruth, since I knew the way (plus, there’s this really possessive Elven woman who’s trying to claim me as her pet).
As we got deeper into Castle Rivenroar where Sinruth set up base, we rescued some hostages and eventually hunkered down for the night. During the night, Sinruth passed by incredibly close, and so the team decided to take advantage and take the fight to him. And that’s when I learned that life is a cruel prankster.
Sinruth is my father.
When I was a kid, my dad escaped our village when adventurers attacked us, thinking we were a threat to their city’s safety. He left me with my Uncle Jaka and Aunt Beru and went back to find my mother. He never returned. Needless to say, with a goblin’s average life expectancy, I figured he died out there somewhere. Uncle Jaka and Aunt Beru raised me up in a small village far away from any “civilized” settlements. We didn’t want to compete and risk losing what little we already had.
And so these years went by, and my dad, who was still alive, actually managed to become captain of a hobgoblin horde. He changed his name to Sinruth to instill fear and respect from his subordinates, and went on to “restore the honor of our goblin race.”
Unsurprisingly enough, the people of Brindol didn’t take too well to this news, and now I’m stuck between a rock father and the rest of the hard place party (who, coincidentally, were the ones who attacked my village so many years ago).
I didn’t want to choose between either of them, but they were determined to kill each other. We’ll cut to the end and say it was not a fun time for everyone involved.
My dad, scary as he was, couldn’t hold out.
I had to do some serious soul searching that night…
I could have killed them all while they slept… I thought about it… they probably would have killed me, and I probably would have been fine with it. At least I’d be with my family again… But all that would do was just be another bloodstain on fabric of history. It wouldn’t wipe the slate clean, wouldn’t wash away the sins of our past, our collective murders against one another.
I thought, “If I’m gonna die, I might as well die trying to make a difference.” I’m gonna change goblin relations. I’m gonna uphold my father’s goals. Not through bloodshed, not through a back-and-forth dialogue of, “He killed, she killed…”
I’m gonna show the whole world that goblins are to be respected, not feared…
From the files of Lt. Orin Dromel, Overlook Police Department:
Forensic Speak With Dead ritual: Inconclusive
The memories drawn from the victim(s) are incomplete and do not show a complete image of the suspect. Cannot confirm witnesses’ claims that the vigilante, The Viridian Flame, was responsible for the raid on the Agni Kai Crime Syndicate.
Memory footage has been edited with a placeholder image in place of the incomplete fragment.