Ruuk, Master of Blades and Torture
====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ====== Ruuk de Raku, level 8 Half-Orc, Rogue Build: Brawny Rogue Rogue Tactics: Brutal Scoundrel Rogue: Sharpshooter Talent Sharpshooter Talent: Sharpshooter Talent (Crossbow) Background: Baldur’s Gate, Geography – Urban, Silent Hunter (Silent Hunter Benefit)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 18, Con 15, Dex 20, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 18.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 15, Con 15, Dex 16, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 17.
AC: 23 Fort: 20 Reflex: 23 Will: 20 HP: 67 Surges: 9 Surge Value: 16
TRAINED SKILLS Stealth +15, Thievery +14, Intimidate +15, Streetwise +13, Athletics +13, Bluff +13
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics +9, Arcana +4, Diplomacy +8, Dungeoneering +5, Endurance +8, Heal +5, History +4, Insight +5, Nature +5, Perception +6, Religion +4
FEATS Level 1: Backstabber Level 2: Slaying Action Level 4: Menacing Thug Level 6: Toughness Level 8: Thirst for Battle
POWERS Rogue at-will 1: Duelist’s Flurry Rogue at-will 1: Sly Flourish Rogue encounter 1: Sly Lunge Rogue daily 1: Easy Target Rogue utility 2: Sneak in the Attack Rogue encounter 3: Nasty Backswing Rogue daily 5: Bloodbath Rogue utility 6: Swift Parry Rogue encounter 7: Hectoring Strike
ITEMS Adventurer’s Kit, Boarding Boots (heroic tier), Pavise Charm +2, Endless Quiver – Kamestiri Uniform (heroic tier), Shipboard Leather Armor +2, Kamesti Crossbow Hand Crossbow +2, Infighting Blade Short sword +2 (2), Tattoo of Vengeance (heroic tier) ====== Copy to Clipboard and Press the Import Button on the Summary Tab ======
My name is Ruuk, born and raised in the City-State of Nageo. I was living there until my 21st birthday and training myself in the Arts of the Streets. Life wasn’t easy and I learned quickly, that if you want something, you better take it before someone else does. By the age of sixteen, I already had my fair share of fight and made myself a name in the streets. No sane person would have tried to cross me, or those who picked up the remains off of those I left in my way. Shortly after my sixteenth birthday though, the Cities Council approached me with an offer i simply could not refuse. I was about to join the Kamestiri, the single most feared Warriors, who were there to protect Nageo from its enemies. I wasn’t as much, I was hired as a Spy and Torturer, my lone job was to get information or supress information, which in the last case, most likely ended in the demise of the person who held the information. Many did I visit, many did I torture and life was easier while I was paid by the Council and didn’t necessarily have to steal. By the time I turned twenty, I was approached by the local guild of assasins and offered a horrendous sum in order to kill one of my most loyal employers – the Head of the Council. Since I don’t care as much about others, as I care about myself – I accepted and went to plan how I would achieve this feat without making myself a target. It took me nearly a year to finally fulfill my contract with the assasins and after they paid me and I made sure everything was in place for my leave – I ratted them out for killing the Head of Council and the kamestiri swept the place and every possible connection to me with it. I then boarded the first ship I could find and made my way to Baldur’s Gate, where I wanted the money the guild offered me transfered to. A local merchant and friend, if you could call him like that, was keeping track of all the money I made with the various jobs and assignments. Two years later the Prince of Nageo was found dead, slain by a single crossbow bolt. It was not my doing, but I know the one who did the job, because I trained him. With the Council weakened and the Prince dead, with no heir to the throne – Nageo was quickly overtaken by their neighbours and the Kamestiri vanished and became more of a legend than a truth. I lived a great life with a lot comfort in it, beautiful women and had friends in high places. My only fault was, that i trusted the wrong people after so many years of being very patient in finding out who to befriend or not. One night few months ago, I was upset by 5 assasins, who came into my room at night. I still managed to fight them off but I knew this was the last day of my old life. I am forty-two now and not the youngest. Street Life was easier before but experience goes a long way. So I left my old life behind me and with only my old Kamestiri Uniform and Weapons out to new adventures. After all, I think you shouldn’t rest for too long – and I did. Time to shake the rust off me.