Graeak Uthadar - Deceased
The Gray Haired Fighter
Graeak Uthadar – Steel Vanguard Master
Lvl 11 Fighter, Fighter Talent: Two-handed Weapon Talent
ABILITY SCORES Str 23, Con 20, Dex 15, Int 14, Wis 15, Cha 10
Defenses AC: 26 Fort: 28 Reflex: 22 Will: 22
HP: 95 Surges: 14 Surge Value: 25
TRAINED SKILLS Athletics, Endurance, Intimidate, Streetwise
FEATS Combat Superiority, Die Hard, Potent Challenge, Armor Proficiency: Plate, Hewing Charge, Steel Vanguard Student, Weapon Expertise (Heavy Blade), Improved Defenses, Eyes in the back of your Head
- At-Will Power: Cleave, Reaping Strike
- Encounter: Punishing Charge, Dance of Steel, Come and Get It, Rush of Steel, Heroic Effort, Unbreakable
- Daily: Comeback Strike, Brutal Advance, Murderous Assault, Boundless Endurance, Enter the Crucible
ITEMS Shallow Grave Plate Armor +2, Periapt of Recovery +2, Belt of Vigor, Greatsword of Opportunity +2, Greatsword (backup), Barrage Bracers, Backpack, Bedroll, Flint and Steel, Belt Pouch, (2) Sun Rod, trail Rations, Hempen Rope (50ft), Water Skin
When Graeak was a young boy, his peaceful village had been plagued with bandit raids and monster attacks. He would ofter hear stories over dinner of a legendary weapon, a sword with the power to ride the land of evil. The sword’s size was said to be made the for a god, for any mortal would look like a child wielding it. He loved hearing he loved hearing these tales and any other tale of good triumphing over evil. When he was old enough to leave his village, he decided to see if the stories where true and set out in search for <insert name="true"> and vanquish evil from all the lands.
During his travels he would roaming from place to place and often found work as a guard for hire for small villages and settlements. With his love of small communities like the one he grew up in, he would often do his duties for nothing more than a meal to eat and a bed to sleep in. People of the towns would say that he’s one of the kindest old men you’ll ever see, almost like a playful grandfather, smiling and laughing. Yet, if someone with ill intent ever tried to hurt those he cared for, he would turn into a different man, a mad man, like a bear protecting it’s cubs.