Atlas of Letherna

Gladiator from Hades

Description:

Atlas Runner, level 8
Revenant, Rogue
Rogue Tactics: Brutal Scoundrel
Race in Life: Shadar-kai
Background: Former Gladiator (Former Gladiator Benefit)

FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 16, Con 13, Dex 20, Int 8, Wis 12, Cha 14.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 14, Con 11, Dex 16, Int 8, Wis 12, Cha 14.

AC: 23 Fort: 19 Reflex: 23 Will: 18
HP: 60 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 15

TRAINED SKILLS
Stealth +14, Thievery +14, Intimidate +13, Perception +10, Acrobatics +14, Bluff +11

UNTRAINED SKILLS
Arcana +3, Diplomacy +6, Dungeoneering +5, Endurance +7, Heal +5, History +3, Insight +5, Nature +5, Religion +3, Streetwise +6, Athletics +7

FEATS
Level 1: Distant Advantage
Level 2: Weapon Focus (Light Blade)
Level 4: Quick Draw
Level 6: Backstabber
Level 8: Benighted Birthright

POWERS
Rogue at-will 1: Clever Strike
Rogue at-will 1: Piercing Strike
Rogue encounter 1: King’s Castle
Rogue daily 1: Blinding Barrage
Rogue utility 2: Tumble
Rogue encounter 3: Blade Vault
Rogue daily 5: Clever Riposte (retrained to Confounding Attack at Level 8)
Rogue utility 6: Guided Shot
Rogue encounter 7: Cloud of Steel

ITEMS
Dagger (5), Gambler’s Suit Leather Armor +2, Distance Shuriken +1, Challenge-Seeking Short sword +2, Thieves’ Tools, Adventurer’s Kit, Cloak of Resistance +2

Bio:

3 years have passed since the death of Atlas Epotus, living in planes where time moves faster than Greyhawk’s. He can only describe them as different planes of hell, or perhaps different places in an infinite hell.

Recent Biography:

Atlas died in battle, content with himself and the way he lived. And dying, he found his way to Hades, the Shadowfell. With the passage of time, his spirit was slowly stripped away, and after that, his memory. Months had passed by, when he reached the ice realm of Letherna, realm of the Raven Queen. His battered soul survived the cold tundra long enough for him to collapse while under the gaze of the Raven Queen. Even after months of the plane’s magic, the naivete of Atlas held onto one last emotion. His regret of dying had rotted away into a bitter and sluggish aftertaste. His memory of life was taken from him, as the funeral pyres had burn away his corporeal body. But still, he wanted to fight. He wanted to fight for a goal. But most of all, he wanted to fight alongside his allies, his friends, the only ones who could understand him. It was the definition of his existence.

He couldn’t remember the names or the faces. He rationalized that they may not have existed at all. There was a cleric of Moradin, whose full beard and ire hid the heart of a noble warrior and friend. There was a mage that had to learn to smile, though the moon and stars spoke over his shoulder in a lunatic madness. There was a horned knight who crusaded for freedom and justice, because without them, he felt he was nothing. There was an elf of the forest, but not of the forest, whose blades were a beacon of hope, a sign of a friendship bond that not even death could break. Atlas was chosen as worthy for whatever designs the Raven Queen saw fit. Or maybe Jaxin Bloodnail had something to do with it.

Resurrecting in new flesh, Atlas spent several more months in the world of the living. With no memories, save his name and where he had come from, he relied on his instincts to survive. He soon fell in among other agents of the Raven Queen, a dangerous and exotic people, with skin as pale as his, calling themselves the shadar-kai. Through them he relearned how to live life, dangerously and in a blazing display of power and emotion. For a time, he fought in blood soaked gladiatorial arenas, engaged in carnal desires in vast pleasure halls, and mercilessly hunted down and slaughtered allies of Orcus.

Atlas of Letherna went hunting, one day, seeking the bounty of a proud dragonborn named Garrosh’Vren, a minion of Orcus. He and two others were caught in a portal, trapping them in the Pyramid of Shadows. There, Atlas swallowed his pride and joined with the rogue dragonborn, barely living from day to day. Eventually, he and the two others, both younger recruits, weak and cowardly, were left behind as sacrifices. Captured, with his life force being stolen, Atlas stayed awake, seething and raging, refusing to die without allies at his side, the friends that he could not remember but were still a part of him.

The sound of flesh, ripping and tearing forced Atlas to blink his blurry, dying eyes. A creature of iron that stood on two legs had cut his way to the Heart of Madness. And behind him, came those who he knew, yet did not. Atlas used the rest of his remaining willpower to mouth the words…

“Please, let me fight alongside you… Again.”

Appearance and style

Atlas’ skin has turned a pasty white, the skin of his face, tight, and his eyes deeply sunken. His hair is an ivory white. Though at first glance, he might look dead, his heart still pumps and his flesh still bleeds.

Battle scars and stylized scarring and tattoos appear everywhere on his arms and chest.

Atlas no longer wears hide armor and a shield, his gladiator life favoring lighter leather armor and a secondary weapon.

Because of the arena combat in the lower planes, Atlas skill in tumbling and dodging has lessened, but his savagery and strength have increased. Less often are strikes with surprise and pinpoint accuracy. More often are stabs with twists, and unorthodox and savage knee-strikes and offhand slashes.

One of the memories lost to him is that of the Dwarven language and Davek script. However, Atlas quickly picked up draconic while living amongst the shadar-kai, using the mage language to coordinate attacks, in the gladiatorial arena.

Magic

List of Atlas Letherna’s magic items and powers

Atlas of Letherna

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