Cyress

Description:

== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ==
Cyress, level 1
Human, Swordmage
Build: Ensnaring Swordmage
Swordmage Aegis Option: Aegis of Shielding
Human Power Selection Option: Heroic Effort
Inherent Bonuses
Burglar (Thievery class skill)
Theme: Trapsmith

FINAL ABILITY SCORES
STR 14, CON 11, DEX 14, INT 18, WIS 10, CHA 10

STARTING ABILITY SCORES
STR 14, CON 11, DEX 14, INT 16, WIS 10, CHA 10

AC: 20 Fort: 13 Ref: 15 Will: 13
HP: 26 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 6

TRAINED SKILLS
Arcana +9, Athletics +7, History +9, Intimidate +5, Thievery +7

UNTRAINED SKILLS
Acrobatics +2, Bluff +0, Diplomacy +0, Dungeoneering +0, Endurance +0, Heal +0, Insight +0, Nature +0, Perception +0, Religion +4, Stealth +2, Streetwise +0

POWERS
Basic Attack: Melee Basic Attack
Basic Attack: Ranged Basic Attack
Trapsmith Attack: Trip the Trap
Human Racial Power: Heroic Effort
Swordmage Feature: Aegis of Shielding
Swordmage Attack 1: Arcane Lance
Swordmage Attack 1: Sword Burst
Swordmage Attack 1: Dimensional Cleave
Swordmage Attack 1: Sweeping Frostblade

FEATS
Level 1: Improved Swordmage Warding
Level 1: Combat Casting

ITEMS
Leather Armor x1
Adventurer’s Kit
Longsword x1
Trap-Making Kit
== End ==

Bio:

His footsteps echoed off of the stone floor, as Cyress crept along wall, doing his best to keep quiet in the still air. His trial for the Black Knives was a simple one, break into the wizard Dulcon’s home in Dennovar and steal a specific item. Cyress was told little of the item except for a description; a crystal ball with a milky blue color.

Cyress held his breathe and checked around the corner he had approached. In the dimly light room ahead, an old man sat at a desk scribbling down notes on a parchments sheet while flipping through a dusty tome. Choosing his steps carefully, Cyress crept into the large room, where the man sat. Cyress’s eyes never left the old man’s back as he made his way along the wall. He scanned the room for the orb, looking for item that guaranteed him entry to the Black Knives. His eyes fell upon it; sadly it sat right next to the man at his desk.

Cyress looked around trying to devise a game plan. Does he try to bullrush the man and run, or does he try to create a distraction. Just as a plan started to form in his head his hand met something furry and a loud hiss filled the air. Cyress looked in horror at his hand as he saw the source of the noise, a snarling cat that he had disturbed. The man turned around immediately and upon noticing Cyress muttered a phrase and a bolt of energy lashed out at him. Ducking, Cyress rolled out of the way and scrambled down the hall. He could hear the footsteps of the man giving chase. Cyress looked for anything that might give him out, seeing a hallway up ahead to the right, Cyress burst forward with all strength and rounded the corner, only to find a dead end.

In the room sat an array of weapons, most exotic looking, but Cyress’s eyes fell upon a long sword with a gold hilt and weird symbols worked into the blade. He could not pull his gaze from it. He forgot of his current situation and made his way towards the sword. His arm raised itself, seemingly on its own and darted for the hilt. He struggled to resist whatever effects had overcome him when suddenly a booming voice from behind him broke from the trance. The man yelled “NO! do not touch that weapon, thief.”

Cyress turned around and looked in horror at the mage Dulcon standing in the archway. “You have no idea of the power that weapon holds, it was gift from an old friend and I will not allow you to sully it!” the wizard spoke with a very heavy voice. Cyress’s eyes bounced back and forth from the wizard and the sword. The wizard started spell, muttering a unknown language to Cyress, his hands began to glow bright lights of a flame. Yelling the final part of the spell the wizard hurled a fire ball at Cyress, with his reaction he grabbed the sword.

Cyress felt a power surge through his body, so intense that he blacked out. He awoke sometime later staring up at a forest canopy. He heard a voice in his head that was not his own “You owe me one”, Cyress looked around and asked “Whose there? Show yourself!” His only response came from his head again “Calm down lad, everything will be okay. I am Yarlnox, I was once the blade of a powerful swordmage who retired me to that wizard’s home. While it was comfy life… it was rather boring. You are my ticket to adventure! I ask you to trust me and I shall teach you the ways of the swordmage.”

Cyress asked out loud “and if I don’t?”
Yarlnox replied “Then I destroy your mind and wait for someone else.”

Faced with this knowledge Cyress agreed with the sword and began his training. The sword bonded with his mind, learning of Cyress’s childhood growing up in the small Dauth, his desire to travel, the events that brought him to become a Black Knives initiate. The sword had told Cyress that they must travel to the Nentir Vale, in search of something that the sword would not reveal yet. “In time,” it said “You will see it was worth it.”

Cyress

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