Seven Shadowstone, Dwarf Rogue *Dead by Decapitation*

[Daryl Kong]

Seven, retrieving a battleaxe from a fallen comrade.
His body shall remain behind for the monsters.
The battleaxe shall be recovered for reuse.

(Play by Forum)

The Shadowstone Clan pride themselves in breeding excellent dwarven rogues, deep within the earth, where many have fallen but those who rise... are given a number.

Seven, is his name and to his new employers, Seven went. To the Chelian Nobles, who required discreet services, often in the outcome of a bloody beheading.

After a couple of missions later, with Law enforcement inquisitors on his tail, Seven was taken away by a Lady-in-Lingerine who instructed him upon his new secret mission as a pathfinder, away from Cheliax.

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Seven Shadowstone, Male Dwarf Rogue, Chaotic Neutral
HP: 10, Int: 6, Speed 20ft
AC: 15


14 Str +2
16 Dex +3
12 Con +1
10 Int
12 Wis +1
12 Cha +1

Fortitude: 0, Reflex: +3, Will: 0
Feats: Dodge
Traits: Reactionary, Grounded
Lamellar Leather
Battleaxe (1d8, x3)
Shortbow (1d6, x3)
Arrows
Backpack
Trail Rations x10


Acrobatics 5
Appraise 0
Bluff 1
Climb 2
Diplomacy 5
Disable Device 7
Disguise 1
Escape Artist 3
Fly 3
Heal 1
Intimidate 5
Perception 5
Ride 3
Sense Motive 5
Sleight of Hand 7
Stealth 7
Survival 1
Swim 2

[RancidHall]

Nice Pic!

[Daryl Kong]

Ledford swings at Seven again!
Attack 25
Damage 13
Crit confirm 25
Crit Damage 23
Seven only had 10hp and 12 CON...
The axe cleaves Seven's head clean from his shoulders in gory spray of blood as everyone stares in shock!

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And so lies a beheaded Seven, a fresh out of school rogue, who had met his end in the hands of a Halfling Barbarian. Extreme dishonor will befall on his clan should the news ever got out.

Meanwhile, far away, in the City of Westcrown, a Dwarf stops in his tracks. He frowns and sighs, knowing something tragic has befallen on his clan.

Six whispers to the silent chilly wind, "Sleep well, my brother. The Shadowstone Clan will live on, our enemies will fear us and your killer will suffer a slow death."