An assassin struggling with powerful emotions that linger even beyond the veil of death
Considered both an undead and living creature.
May take feats, paragon paths and epic destinies that have human as a prerequisite.
May stay conscious after dropping below 0 hit points until attempting the first death save. May only make one standard actions.
When I hit an unbloodied target, gain temp HP equal to Con mod.
Assassin’s Shroud gains Brutal 1
Darking Reaping deals damage as though I had invoked shrouds.
Free, Close Burst 10, place 1 shroud on target.
Move, Must be adjacent to a creature, teleport 3 squares to square adjacent to another creature.
Melee, 9 vs. AC, 1d10+5 and plus 1 for each uninvoked shroud.
Range 5, +6 vs. Fort, 1d6+5 and the target is pulled 2 squares and slowed until end of my next turn.
Free when a creature with 5 drops, one creature I hit before the end of next turn is dealt an extra 1d8+3 (plus shrouds)
Minor, Gain insubstantial, vulnerability 5 radiant and make stealth checks with any cover or concealment. Lasts until attack or end of next turn. Sustain minor.
Melee, 9 vs. AC, 2d10+5. Until end of next turn, I am invisible while within 2 squares of the target.
Before the attack teleport 5 to square adjacent to shroud target. 9 vs. AC, 2d10+5
Until end of next turn, gain darkvision and douse one light source no larger than a lantern within 10 squares of you.
Range 5, 6 vs. Will, 3d8+5, Miss: Half damage, Effect: Until end of the encounter assassin’s shroud places 2 shrouds.
Rook drew a deep gasp of air and looked out at his new existence. He was laying in mound of wet, soft peat. Looking down at his tall, gaunt body he discovered it clad in tattered clothes. How had he come to be here? Why did he possess this body which was not his own. Memories swirled in his head, but they were elusive, impossible to catch. Love, lust and and ever burning hatred push this unnatural body to work, but the source of these emotions is unclear.
He began to wander the woods, drawn to something he did not recall. It seemed as they the shadows followed in his wake. They twisted and danced, just trying to be close to Rook. The shadows responded to his yelling and non-verbal commands, but refused to ever leave him entirely. While attempting to banish his following, Rook almost fell into a hidden tunnel. He progressed down it, hearing voices at the other end. Perhaps they hold the answers.