Tales of Titan
Whirrun the Blade
Name: Whirrun the Blade (Yes I know, I “borrowed” it)
Class: Fighter with hybrid Myrmidon/Outlaw Kit
Alignment: Chaotic Good
AC: 0 (if one-handed) 2 (if 2 handed)
If in field plate- AC: -2
Bastard Sword Specialization
-One-handed specialization (AC-2)
-Two-Handed specialization (Speed-3 & double disarm)
Bastard Sword+2(3 fire damage):
1 Handed: (S-M) 1d8+9 (L) 1d12+9 Thaco 11
2 Handed: (S-M) 2d4+9 (L) 2d8+9 Thaco 11
Daggers: (S-M) 1d4+4 (L) 1d3+4 Thaco 15
Languages: Imperial Common, Arlish
Reading & Writing, Philosophy, Engineering, Swimming, Roping, Seamanship, Navigation, Fishing, Carpentry, Looting, Firebuilding, Endurance, Set Snares.
1 Dagger +1
5 Daggers + 1 dmg
1 week dry rations
1 week iron rations
1 Hemp Rope (50 feet)
1 Small Tent
Vials of Troll Blood
5 Cure Critical
3 Cure serious
Ring of AC-2 & -1
Murlynd’s Spoon (Infinite Crappy Porridge)
Bastard Sword 3 fire dmg)
Short Bow +1
WP: Spear (Specialized) & Short Bow
Spear 3 Dmg(L) 1d8+3 THACO-16
Short Bow +1 – Sp: 6 Dmg(S-M) 1d6 Dmg (L) 1d6 THACO- 17
We all bear the mark of death. Some of ours are simply more visible than others.
I remember the night this was placed on my neck. Balustrade himself watched Fallor as he branded me. The old man liked to watch. What he didn’t mention is that one in ten men die from the curse. The black ink burrows into the skin and infects you somehow. They die and another takes their place.
We didn’t have a choice, me and my brothers. Forty of us altogether, and we didn’t choose a damn thing. There wasn’t a life for us before the Broken Crown, and there isn’t one after. We were raised in blood, raised by the blade and woken in the morning with fresh screams that were not our own. The whole of Arland burned and we were in the midst of it. We were stillborn, the walking dead, and no one knew it but us. Orphans that were forgotten by everyone but that damn Balustrade. We were stronger than giants, but that didn’t mean we had strength. I still don’t have strength. My blade is fast, my body full with enough vigor and anger to fell an ancient deity. And I did just that. Balustrade was my god, and I killed him with steel and wrath. The dead move, but they do not move onward.
If I must go back and be reborn, I will find my way through the shit and the pain and the hell that we together made to get there. This is my mark. I survived, but I am not yet alive.
-From the personal journal of Whirrun 10 days after leaving the Broken Crown
Currently Whirrun is running through Delanor because he has decided to purge all of Titan from the curse of the Broken Crown. Before he tackles the Principalities or Aarland itself, he and Faelor are heading towards Western Delanor to tackle the remnant of the Crown there.