In the Cities of the Dead
Please, beat me in the face until you die.
Anakat StormBringer, level 3
Build: Earth Warden
Guardian Might: Earthstrength
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 18, Con 18, Dex 12, Int 8, Wis 12, Cha 10.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 16, Dex 12, Int 8, Wis 12, Cha 10.
AC: 19 Fort: 17 Reflex: 14 Will: 15
HP: 49 Surges: 13 Surge Value: 12
TRAINED SKILLS Nature +9, Perception +7, Intimidate +6, Athletics +11
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics +1, Arcana, Bluff +1, Diplomacy +1, Dungeoneering +2, Endurance +4, Heal +2, History, Insight +2, Religion, Stealth +1, Streetwise +1, Thievery +1
FEATS Level 1: Improved Initiative
Level 2: Markings of the Victor
POWERS Warden at-will 1: Strength of Stone
Warden at-will 1: Earth Shield Strike
Warden encounter 1: Thunder Ram Assault
Warden daily 1: Form of Mountain’s Thunder
Warden utility 2: Nature’s Abundance
Warden encounter 3: Rough Strike
ITEMS Adventurer’s Kit, Hide Armor, Warhammer, Sling, Sling Bullets (40), Light Shield, Pinning Warhammer +1, Amulet of Protection +1
Yatala was a member of a tribe of Goliaths that lived in a mountainous region under the shadow of Thunderpeak. Thunderpeak is so tall, that the top of this mountain is shrouded in clouds. The clouds can be white and pleasant, but more often than not, they are black storm clouds that lash the mountain’s peak with lightning and near-constant rain.
As a Shaman for the tribe, Yatala definitely had the gift of sight and would speak to the spirit world almost constantly. She was adamant about following the advice she obtained from the spirit world believing that the spirits would leave her if she did not listen to them. Fortunately for her and the tribe, they rarely, if ever, steered her wrong.
Living so close to Thunderpeak, Yatala had regular communication with Stoneroot, a powerful elder spirit that embodies the ageless forces that thrust mountains toward the sky and represents stability, strength and endurance to the people who follow the way of the spirit.
Before first light on the day of her daughter, Anakat’s, birth, Yatala received a very strong and sudden message to climb Thunderpeak and to give birth to her child among the ancient forces that called the mountain home. Without delay, Yatala called upon the assistance of two elder tribeswomen and the three of them prepared for the long, arduous climb. Less arduous, perhaps, for the Goliaths than it would have been for other races, but still a challenge, nonetheless.
As the women set out at dawn to complete their given task, the clouds at the top of Thunderpeak were calm, white and almost inviting. By mid-day, however, storm clouds had begun to gather punctuated by occasional grumbles of thunder. The women persisted, however, taking note of the impending storm and also sharing a sense that even though they were making slow and steady progress up the mountain, the peak never really seemed to be getting any closer.
By nightfall, the Goliaths had made considerable progress up the mountain. They were still nowhere near the peak, but that was probably for the best. The storm that had been brewing all day was now about to break wide open. Lightening streaked across the sky and thunder boomed so loudly the mountain shook a bit in response. The women were able to find a cave carved into the side of the rock just as the rain began to fall and built a fire to warm themselves. Another streak of lightening and crack of thunder rang out as Yatala felt her first indication that her daughter’s birth was imminent.
For strength and protection, Yatala reached her senses out to find her familiar spirit guide, Stoneroot, but another spirit she had never spoken to before answered her call instead. The spirit appeared as a great hawk composed of lightning and rain; its voice was rolling thunder.
“Who are you?” Yatala demanded.
“Stormhawk,” came the reply from inside Yatala’s own head.
“What is your business with me?”
“Not you,” Stormhawk said, “the child.”
Yatala was not fearful as she was used to dealing with the spirit world and knew they were not here to harm. She was curious, however, about how this powerful spirit was connected to her daughter.
“What message do you have for her?”
“That Stormhawk and Stoneroot will be her guides. She will wield great power in this life and we will be with her to guide her and empower her.”
Yatala replied, “I will give her guidance and teach her how to connect with your power.”
“We know you will.”
The form of Stormhawk withdrew from the cave and joined the raging storm at the top of the mountain. At the moment the child that would become Anakat Stormbringer was born, a bolt of lightening hit the top of Thunderpeak causing a tremendous rockslide that changed the mountain forever.