Gnasc

Ruthless Ruffian/Shadow Assassin Rogue

Description:

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Gnasc, level 17
Gnoll, Rogue, Shadow Assassin
Build: Cutthroat Rogue
Rogue Tactics: Ruthless Ruffian
Background: Occupation – Criminal (+2 to Thievery)

FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 18, Con 13, Dex 24, Int 11, Wis 9, Cha 12.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 14, Con 10, Dex 18, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 11.

AC: 34 Fort: 26 Reflex: 32 Will: 23
HP: 105 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 26

TRAINED SKILLS
Stealth +26, Thievery +25, Perception +17, Insight +17, Bluff +16, Acrobatics +20, Athletics +21

UNTRAINED SKILLS
Arcana +3, Diplomacy +4, Dungeoneering +2, Endurance +14, Heal +7, History +3, Intimidate +14, Nature +17, Religion +3, Streetwise +4

FEATS
Level 1: Backstabber
Level 2: Two-Weapon Fighting
Level 4: Two-Weapon Defense
Level 6: Weapon Expertise (Mace)
Level 8: Silent Shadows
Level 10: Student of Battle
Level 11: Fierce Charge
Level 12: Weapon Proficiency (Parrying dagger)
Level 14: Distant Advantage
Level 16: Slaying Action

POWERS
Rogue at-will 1: Clever Strike
Rogue at-will 1: Disheartening Strike
Rogue encounter 1: Termination Threat
Rogue daily 1: Trick Strike
Rogue utility 2: Sneak in the Attack
Rogue encounter 3: Enforced Threat
Rogue daily 5: Walking Wounded
Rogue utility 6: Vexing Flanker
Rogue encounter 7: Sand in the Eyes
Rogue daily 9: Knockout
Rogue utility 10: Combat Tumbleset
Rogue encounter 13: Daunting Attack (replaces Sand in the Eyes)
Rogue daily 15: Bloody Path (replaces Trick Strike)
Rogue utility 16: Vigilant Footwork
Rogue encounter 17: Tumbling Strike (replaces Enforced Threat)

ITEMS
Sylvan Feyleather Armor +4, Dragonslayer Mace +3, Lightning Parrying dagger +3, Rogue’s Gloves (paragon tier), Fireburst Boots (paragon tier), Baffling Cape +4, Bottled Smoke (paragon tier), Stone of Earth (paragon tier), Iron Armbands of Power (paragon tier), Eye of Deception (heroic tier), Hat of Disguise (heroic tier), Ring of Action Reversal (paragon tier), Armbow Hand Crossbow +3
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Bio:

Gnasc was born to a small clan of hunting Gnolls that lived in, relative to Gnoll standards, peaceful co-existence in the forest on the outskirts of the small farming village of Nenlast. The humans of Nenlast would occasionally trade with the Gnoll clan, exchanging various trinkets and knickknacks for meat and hides from their kills.

Still just a pup, Gnasc found the humans endlessly entertaining, with their wild hand gestures and long-winded roundabout way of communicating. He amused himself by mimicking the visiting humans voices with perfect accuracy and occasionally, to their horror and his delight, he found he could throw his voice and make it seem as if one of the traded animal carcasses had asked how it had ended up in its current state.

A raiding party of slavers descended on Nenlast early one morning and the population, consisting almost entirely of farmers were no match for the armed bandits and the village was quickly overrun. A few of the farmers managed to escape and not knowing what else to do, fled to the Gnoll camp to beg for help.

They found the Gnoll camp almost completely empty with most of the adults out hunting, leaving only a few babysitters to watch over Gnasc and his littermates. Panicked, the humans tried to explain the situation to the visibly irritated Gnolls when suddenly a group of the slavers rushed into the clearing, having tracked the escapees and were very alarmed to suddenly find themselves in the middle of a camp belonging to a race not known for its diplomacy. Fearing for their lives, they immediately attacked.

Furious at the audacity of these new humans, the few adult Gnolls went into a blood fury trying to protect their young and managed to kill some of the slavers before they were finally brought down by overwhelming numbers. Flush with another triumph, the bandits took the escaped farmers prisoner and considering them far too much trouble to try and enslave in those numbers, they agreed to capture only one of the Gnoll pups and try to make some use it. Amongst mocking laughter and taunting, they began looking over the litter trying to decide which of them would be the least amount of trouble. Gnasc, confused as to what had just happened, did what he always did when confronted with humans.

“Too much trouble, you damned fool!” Gnasc grumbled in the voice of one of the slavers.

The bandits suddenly fell quiet and looked at each other in confusion.

“We’ll teach it tricks and make it dance! HAHAHA” he blurted in another voice, angry and afraid.

They all turned towards Gnasc, stunned briefly, before bursting into loud raucous laughter.

“We’ve got a keeper, boys!” the one in charge said before grabbing the snarling pup roughly and shoving him into a bag. A panicked stream of random voices and words got louder and louder before finally being silenced by the rough kick of his captor as they departed the camp after finishing off his siblings.

To the dismay of the slavers, they learned Gnolls grow up very quickly. Not only that, but no amount of beatings or torture ever seemed to break their will. Useless as a slave, Gnasc spent all of his time in chains, as little more than something for than an outlet for frustration and occasionally as a source of entertainment as he constantly learned more colorful things to yell back at them in their own voices.

From the time they captured him as a pup they kept Gnasc in a caged wagon with a cantankerous old human rogue named Longan that they had captured some years before. The slavers kept Longan around because with the proper motivation, he could easily open the various chests they often obtained in their raids. Longan had lost his right leg below the knee, so there was no fear of him escaping (or of getting very far if he did) and he was the only person Gnasc wouldn’t immediately try to tear to pieces. They also hoped that they could convince Longan to teach Gnasc how to properly fight so they could sell him as a gladiator.

Longan seemed to agree to this and over the years taught Gnasc everything he knew. Gnasc had come to consider Longan his pack mate, picking up more and more of his characteristics over time and Longan grew increasingly fond of the ornery, ill-tempered Gnoll that he had raised as his own. They made their plan to escape.

Although Gnasc could easily carry the old human, his bondage would slow him down far too much. The slavers had long ago given up trying to use a conventional lock on his chains and had simply welded them permanently on. Despite this, Gnasc and Longan had decided that they had had enough and would escape or die trying. The door to the caged wagon swung open and they fled.

They had managed to cover a vast distance in the night before the bandits finally caught up to them. Longan and Gnasc put up the best fight they could, but a chained Gnoll with a crippled old human on his back are not much of a threat to trained killers with crossbows.

It took a number of arrows to finally bring down the furious Gnoll. As he fell, the old rogue on his back was exposed to the arrows still firing and Longan was mortally wounded. Gnasc felt Longan go limp and slide off his back on to the ground next to him. He managed to turn his head towards the old man and saw his lifeless eyes staring back at him, his face relaxed in that look of smug defiance that he had carried over all the years they had known each other.

“Gods damnit,you idiots! You killed the old bastard! Hows we gonna get them fancy open chests now? And his stupid talking dog is almost dead! Let’s get him patched up and sell him off as quick as we can before he comes arou…” the slavers rough, ignorant voice trailed off as everything grew dark for Gnasc. Before he fell under completely, he managed to reach out and grab the old rogues tattered old cloak and gripped it tightly in his fist.

When he finally came to, Gnasc found himself chained to a stake in the middle of the slaver camp. It was late at night and his wounds had been poorly treated. Had he not been a Gnoll, he would have no doubt succumbed to any number of horrible infections from his injuries. He looked down at his hand and found he was still gripping Longan’s cloak. Apparently the slavers had just untied from around his neckt rather than risk getting anywhere near his dangerously clawed hands. The old man’s cloak was far older than Gnasc was. Longan’s blood was dried in large patches on it. He examined in closely for the first time in his life. It seemed that all these years he had been wearing the cloak inside out and on the inside was a faded old crest that he could barely make out. Gnasc thought nothing more of it and put the cloak on and then sat back down and closed his eyes. He would wait until they came back to untie him for and then he would kill as many of them as possible before they finally put him out of his misery.

A short time later he opened his eyes again, having caught the scent of many new people in the camp. They were moving from tent to tent trying to kill as many of the slavers as they could in their sleep. As the intruders foolishly tried to make their way through the slavers livestock, they spooked some of the animals and the slavers started waking up. A cry of alarm was sounded and suddenly the camp erupted in chaos and melee. Gnasc got to his feet, uncertain of what to do next. He was too weak to break himself free. Suddenly a young human appeared in front of him and brought the bladed end of his javelin down on the chains binding him to the stake and freed him, all the while shouting at him. Gnasc paid no attention to what he was saying. He was stunned by what he smelled and then by what he saw. This human had suffered some minor cuts during this raid and his blood smelled much the same as Longan’s on his cloak. Looking closer now, he saw that he shared many of the same facial features as the old man, only far more grim and serious in nature. And finally he saw the crest. The banner on his javelin bore the same crest as the one that lay faded on the inside of his cloak.

He was still dazed by all of this when the young man started to move away from him. To his left, he suddenly noticed one of the slavers come into view with a crossbow. It was one of the ones that had brought him down and murdered his pack mate. He watched as he stopped and raised his crossbow towards the young man, a smirk on his face. He hadn’t noticed that Gnasc was now free.
Everything turned red for Gnasc as he filled with the blood fury that his kind is so feared for and he fell upon the slaver determined not to fail the old man again. The slaver’s eyes filled with terror as he was suddenly very aware that Gnasc was now free and tried to bring his crossbow around on him, too late. He hit the ground, his throat wide open, making horrible gurgling noises. Gnasc turned to the young man who was somehow part of Longan’s pack. That meant he was part of Gnasc’s pack. He would protect this young man no matter what, since he was now the only family he had.

They continued to fight together through the night, putting an end to the men that had made Gnasc’s entire life a miserable hell. He learned that his new companion’s name was Marrek Lagonn, and that the men he had come here with were not nearly as tolerant of the presence of Gnolls as he was. Having earned Marrek’s trust and made it clear that he would not leave his side, they moved on.

Gnasc

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