Human Hybrid Fighter/Barbarian
Havok, level 8
Hybrid Talent: Fighter Combat Talent
Fighter Combat Talent: Two-handed Weapon Talent (Hybrid)
Human Power Selection: Bonus At-Will Power
FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 19, Con 13, Dex 15, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 8.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 15, Con 11, Dex 15, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 8.
AC: 16 Fort: 21 Reflex: 17 Will: 17
HP: 70 Surges: 9 Surge Value: 17
Perception +11, Athletics +13, Heal +11, Endurance +10
Acrobatics +6, Arcana +4, Bluff +3, Diplomacy +3, Dungeoneering +6, History +4, Insight +6, Intimidate +3, Nature +6, Religion +4, Stealth +6, Streetwise +3, Thievery +6
Human: Hybrid Talent
Level 1: Mark of Storm
Level 2: Polearm Momentum
Level 4: Headsman’s Chop
Level 6: Weapon Expertise (Polearm)
Level 8: Polearm Flanker
Bonus At-Will Power: Footwork Lure
Hybrid at-will 1: Savage Reach
Hybrid at-will 1: Pressing Strike
Hybrid encounter 1: Great Cleave
Hybrid daily 1: Tyrant’s Rage
Hybrid utility 2: Inspiring Fortitude
Hybrid encounter 3: Sweeping Blow
Hybrid daily 5: Rain of Steel
Hybrid utility 6: Physician’s Care
Hybrid encounter 7: Come and Get It
Rushing Cleats (heroic tier), Lightning Glaive +1
Heavy Blade Opportunity-atwills for the threatening reach when I get there
headman’s chop if I can keep enemies on the ground a full round
grasping weapon with pin down plus sash of ensnarement and some boost to keeping the grab
antipathy gloves to stop the shifters
lightning soul for the lightning development
Havok is her nickname. She doesn’t usually share her real name.
This woman has used a glaive her whole life. She uses it for fishing, protection, and earning coin. She was dropped off on her aunt by her father. He was a mercenary and needed help to raise his girl.
She was born with the mark of storm. Some of her ancestors were born with the mark. Her aunt told her stories that one of her great ancestors made a trade with a powerful dragon.
“King Silas met with the dragon. He agreed to trade his land and prestige if the dragon would not harm his people. The dragon accepted, and marked Silas’ whole body, imbuing him with power over weather.”
In another story she talked about the pirate named Merman.
“He was originally named Herman, after what happened, everyone called him Merman. One day Herman was involved in a dispute, common among pirates. Their captain was planning to store their treasures on the ocean floor, and only the captain knew how to find the spot by navigation. Herman attempted a mutiny to insure he got his portion of the treasure. Mutiny’s consisting of one man don’t go well. Miraculously, he was captured and thrown overboard in less than a minute unfortunately.
He fell to the sea bottom in shackles. Fortunate for Herman, he found himself beside a large magical pillar lodged in the ground there. Strangely he could breathe beside it. He watched as the ship lowered it’s treasure. So there on the bottom of the sea floor he struggled to free himself from the shackles. By the time he got loose, the ship had left. But at least the treasure remained close.
He would catch and eat crabs when he could. But he had to stay close to that pillar or he wouldn’t be able to breathe. Herman could focus hard and see the treasure in the distance. It was the treasure that led him there to start with. So he decided to swim over and get some things regularly.
A couple months went by, but then finally the ship returned to drop off more treasure. Herman acted as fast as he could. He attached his shackle chains to the anchor and held onto them beside the pillar. When the anchor went up, he was hoisted out of the water, and climbed up on deck.
The pirates gasped at the sight of him. He was covered in markings and they had all thought him dead. The pirate captain was so shocked that he dropped dead on the spot. The crew chose Herman as the new captain and they cheerfully called dubbed him Merman."
Many of the stories tied the family to either kings or notable outlaws. It was a tradition to tell great stories of their people. Nobody knew which was true. They were all grateful for their any talents that their people had with the weather though.
Havok’s Aunt was a healer. Often Havok would tag along to work with her aunt because she couldn’t be left alone. It’s rumored that’s where she got her nickname, making a mess of things out of boredom.
Her father would come to see how she was doing. He gave Havok her first glaive at the age of eight. Her aunt was furious. Havok soon outgrew it, and needed another. Her father provided it. Early on she perfected the art of fishing with glaives.
When she was a bit older yet, she made her father take her with him on peaceful missions. She began paying for lessons on the side with the money she earned. She decided to strike out on her own though as her father’s work would not fund them both. He supported her in the choice. Life was hard, but his daughter was very tough.
She heard about Freedom’s Reach and set out to try to find work there. She arrived able to best many including Klorch, which caught the eye of Old Grizz.
It wasn’t clear if it was fortune or misfortune, but she soon found herself fighting beside the founders of Freedom’s Reach in the underground. Her very first mission she threw up repeatedly after fighting in a room soaked in blood from sacrifices deep in the underdark. She certainly was striking out on her own. Nothing could have prepared her for the journey she was on though.