Apollyon, level 1 Tiefling, Assassin Build: Night Stalker Assassin Guild Training: Night Stalker Background: Geography – Urban, Assassin, Tiefling – Infernal Nightmares, Fugitive from a Vengeful Rival, Con Artist, Born Under a Bad Sign (Born Under a Bad Sign Benefit)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 10, Con 9, Dex 18, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 16.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 10, Con 9, Dex 18, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 14.
AC: 16 Fort: 11 Reflex: 14 Will: 14 HP: 28 Surges: 5 Surge Value: 7
TRAINED SKILLS Stealth +11, Streetwise +8, Thievery +9, Bluff +10, Acrobatics +9
UNTRAINED SKILLS Arcana +1, Diplomacy +3, Dungeoneering, Endurance -1, Heal, History +1, Insight, Intimidate +3, Nature, Perception, Religion +1, Athletics
FEATS Level 1: Diabolic Soul
POWERS Assassin at-will 1: Executioner’s Noose Assassin at-will 1: Shadow Storm Assassin encounter 1: Shadow Darts Assassin daily 1: Targeted for Death
ITEMS Leather Armor, Adventurer’s Kit, Thieves’ Tools, Climber’s Kit, Dagger (2), Flask (empty), Identification Papers with Portrait, Travel Papers, Lantern, Bottle of Wine (2), Morning Sun, Footpads, Holy Water (level 1)
Blood dripped from the edges of the daggers in his hands. His mind raced as he looked upon the slain members of his guild, members and elders alike strewn around his feet. He dropped his blades as the blood ran from his daggers to his hands. Tears formed as he looked in horror at the scene.
“Did I do this? What happened? I… I… I cannot remember…!”
His eyes opened as he sprang up in his bed. A nightmare, another nightmare. These dreams haunted him each and every night. He reached for his wife but drew his hand back at the waking realization she was no longer there. She had been slain, cold blooded, in “retaliation” for the crimes against the guild. He wiped a tear from his cheek as he took a long pull from the flask beside his bed. These spirits, he hope would banish the nightmares long enough for sleep.