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Ebreth's father had two passions... sailing and swordfighting. On most days he found himself sailing between the islands or forging weapons to arm his community against outside attacks. During a particularly bad wave of pirate raiding and pillaging in the area, he realized that his people needed an edge to curb the problem. Being a masterful and innovative craftsman, he designed a new weapon made of inexpensive materials that could inflict large amounts of damage in melee. He took the heavy iron weights used to stablize his ship from the lower deck and melted some down, forming a sphere of metal notched on both sides. He then forged a greatsword with an open center, setting the sphere in the blade so that it would slide hilt to tip as it was swung, carrying the weight of the heavy iron ball through whatever it struck. Determined to make his people feared and respected, he gathered the townsfolk and presented his new weapon. He told them, "All who stand to defend their homeland, make yourselves stronger. Take up this sword and train until we strike fear in the hearts of those who wish us harm." Since that day, able bodied members of his community took up the new weapon and honed their skills, and made themselves a force to be respected. This was many years before the birth of Ebreth, and many years have past since his father's death, but to this day the strongest defenders of their homeland still use weapons based on this unique design. Ebreth was trained by his father in the use of Ballasted Swords in his youth, and today lives to defend his homeland and stand against those who would threaten he and his companions.

Character Status

Character name/alignment:Ebreth / neutral good
Race (include modifiers):Human
Class/Level:Fighter 3
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Ability
(Ablility score/ablilty modifier)

STR: 18 / +4
DEX: 15 / +2
CON: 14 / +2
INT: 10 / +0
WIS: 13 / +1
CHA: 14 / +2
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STATS

HP: 35
AC: 16
Initiative: 2
Speed: 30
Base Attack/Grapple: 3 / 7
Fort: 5
Ref: 3
Will: 2
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SKILLS
[Add all skills you've bought ranks in and/or are modified]

Craft Swords 3 (1 rank)
Intimidate 3 (1 rank)
Ride 3 (1 rank)
Sailing 3 (1 rank)
Sense Motive 2 (1 ranks)
Spot 2 (1 rank)
Swim 5 (1 rank)
Tumble 5 (3 ranks)
Use Rope 3 (1 rank)

Languages: Common
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EQUIPMENT

[Weapon(melee)]att/dmg/crit:
Ballasted Greatsword 7/2d8/20x4
[Weapon(ranged)]att/dmg/crit/range:
[Armor]type/ACbonus/MaxDex/penalty:
Chain Shirt 4/4/-2
[Shield]type/ACbonus/penalty:
[Protective item]ACbonus:

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FEATS&SPECIAL ABILITES

Dodge, Mobility, Power Attack, Cleave, Exotic weapon proficency: Ballasted Swords

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Notes/Additional Equipment:

Traveler's Outfit, Backpack, Bedroll, Rope (hemp), Torch x3, Waterskin, rations x3

I gather my things, go through my typical morning routine, and make it to port early.

I would have checked our charter if that is something that I am typically supposed to do. Otherwise, no I havn't.

ummmmmmm, you kind of gotta drive your own story, buddy, otherwise I assume you're just standing there.

I greet the adventurers who hired us when they arrive.

"Welcome aboard. I'm Ebreth. I'll be handling any trouble we run into on deck, so don't you worry. We'll get you there safely."

By the way, Are there any other fighters on deck (anyone else that does my job)?

You travel for a fair chunk of the day. Just on the horizon, you can see the storm clouds begin to gather, almost in anticipation of your arrival. As you draw nearer, it is evident that you are driving straight into a storm. Whats worse is that a storm seems to have appeared behind you, locking you in, making it seem like its a better option to just keep going to the island. The winds are strong. and the waves huge, but your helmsmen does an excellent job in steering the ship. Just when the man in the crows nest yells "land Ho!" The most horrific thing occurs. A series of tornados drop out of the sky and begins circling the ship destroying all propulsion from the sails, causing your ship to come into a dead float. As the crew begins to look worrysome, the most unexpected thing happens, Lightning strikes the rear of your ship, blasting away a portion of the top rear deck where the helm was located. As the debris clears, a man you've never seen before stands in damaged area.
He begins walking through people, just cutting them down with his large sword, lit with electricity, easily held in one hand. A familiar sound can be heard though, w/ each swing. The sound of a weight sliding from hilt to tip of a ballasted sword crafted by your father....the carnage continues as he begins to cut a path in your direction.