Silt and Sun
"I grow tired of the sand...the mountains call to me in my dreams...but do I dare give up my search now?"
Level 4, Half-Giant, Earthstrength Warden
Background: Ringing Mountains – Mountain Tribe (+2 to Athletics)
Character Theme: Primal Guardian
Str 20, Con 17, Dex 12, Int 10, Wis 13, Cha 8.
AC: 19 Fort: 19 Reflex: 16 Will: 16
HP: 55 Surges: 12 Surge Value: 13
Nature +10, Perception +8, Heal +8, Endurance +9
Acrobatics +2, Arcana +2, Bluff +1, Diplomacy +1, Dungeoneering +3, History +2, Insight +3, Intimidate +1, Religion +2, Stealth +2, Streetwise +1, Thievery +2, Athletics +10
Level 1: Crippling Crush
Level 2: Vicious Advantage
Level 4: Lightning Reflexes
Warden at-will 1: Thorn Strike
Warden at-will 1: Weight of Earth
Warden encounter 1: Roots of Stone
Warden daily 1: Form of Mountain’s Thunder
Warden utility 2: Inspiring Fortitude
Warden encounter 3: Rough Strike
Adventurer’s Kit, Safewing Amulet +1, Maul, Hide Armor, Javelin (5), Climber’s Kit, 7 Survival Days, Sun Balm, Fire Kit, Filter Mask, Ceramic Bits
Mazkan grew up on the cliffs of the Ringing Mountains. His tribe were part of a collective of many half-giant tribes that protected and supported each other. His two best friends growing up were Trala and Gado, both of whom were from a neighboring tribe. Mazkan’s family were among those that were in charge of the trade caravans that frequently went back and forth between the two tribes. So though Mazkan and his friends tribes were a few miles apart, they saw each other often and their families treated each other as extended families.
One day, sometime after his 18th summer, word reached Mazkan’s hamlet of a possible attack on his friends’ tribe. A plume of smoke, visible from miles away, arose from the direction of the settlement. The tribes nearest to them hurriedly sent warriors to investigate. They arrived too late, for all that were left of the village were burning huts and spilled blood. Mazkan and the other warriors raced to put out the fires and perhaps try to rescue any survivors. They were surprised to find that the dead numbered just a handful of tribal defenders. The rest of the tribe were missing! It became obvious that this was the work of slavers, and that the rest of the tribe were being sold into slavery.
Mazkan argued with his tribal leaders that they should pursue the slavers. However, they instead decided that the best course of action for the time being was to keep their warriors close at hand, for fear that their village would be targeted next. Fearing for his friends, Mazkan defied the tribal leaders’ orders and left his village in pursuit of the slavers. A couple of months has gone by since he left his people. During that time, he has descended the Ringing Mountains and has continued on his search through every avenue possible. To survive he has had to occasionally find employment as a caravan guard. Soon, the caravan that he is on will reach a nearby city-state and there he hopes to find more clues to his friends’ wheareabouts…