====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ====== Thadeus Creed, level 3 Human, Warlord, 37 Years Old, 6’2”, 230 lbs.
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 18, Con 13, Dex 8, Int 11, Wis 10, Cha 16.
AC: 20 Fort: 17 Reflex: 14 Will: 16 HP: 35 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 8
TRAINED SKILLS Heal +6, Intimidate +9, Endurance +5, Athletics +8, Diplomacy +9
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics -2, Arcana +1, Bluff +4, Dungeoneering +1, History +1, Insight +1, Nature +1, Perception +1, Religion +1, Stealth -2, Streetwise +4, Thievery -2
FEATS Human: Armor Proficiency (Scale) Level 1: Shield Proficiency (Heavy) Level 2: Rousing ResurgencePOWERS
- Bonus At-Will Power: Wolf Pack Tactics
- Warlord at-will 1: Rousing Assault
- Warlord at-will 1: Viper’s Strike
- Warlord encounter 1: Guarding Attack
- Warlord daily 1: Lamb to the Slaughter
- Warlord utility 2: Rub Some Dirt On It
- Warlord encounter 3: Hammer and Anvil
ITEMS Scale Armor, Heavy Shield, Adventurer’s Kit, Tent, Longsword, Bottle of Wine ====== Copy to Clipboard and Press the Import Button on the Summary Tab ======
Thadeus was formally trained by the city watch of Bastion, and over the years worked his way up to a position of authority. Thadeus was a born leader, and his skills were noticed by many. Thadeus had a wife, a great career, and life was good. So good in fact, that he just found out he was promoted to “Captain of the Guard.”
Sadly, one of his peers, a mentally unstable young man, snapped. In a drunken rage, he went to Thadeus’ home, knocked on the door, and Thadeus’ wife answered.
On the day of his promotion, Thadeus bought an expensive bottle of wine to bring home to his wife to celebrate. When he opened the door he came home to the bloody visage of his decapitated wife on the floor of their home. On the floor beside her were scrawled the words, “You ruined my life…” A man was kneeling by his wife with his head in his hands and when he saw Thadeus, a fight erupted. Thadeus slayed the man, but that did not ease the pain of his loss.
Thadeus went into a deep depression, and after a few months of trying to stay in the city, he had to leave. The city that was his life, became his torment. A reminder of what was… He now wanders, with no real direction.
He still carries around the bottle of wine, hoping one day he can purge himself of the demons haunting him, and will be able to drink the wine in celebration once again and put his past behind him.
Since then, Thadeus has been selling his skills where he can. He only knows how to fight and to lead, and is always looking for ways to make money off his skills. Wandering, he now finds himself in a small frontier town, out of money.