Heroes of the Sky
First mate of the Skystrider, an Eladrin Tempest Fighter
((During Session 5, DM is playing instead of running and Ten’s player is DM for that session. For Session 5, DM will be running Letharyis as a PC. Her stats are as follows))
====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ====== Letharys, level 5 Eladrin, Fighter Build: Tempest Fighter Fighter: Combat Agility Fighter Talents: Tempest Technique
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 17, Con 14, Dex 16, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 12.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 13, Dex 14, Int 11, Wis 10, Cha 12.
AC: 21 Fort: 17 Reflex: 16 Will: 14 HP: 53 Surges: 11 Surge Value: 13
TRAINED SKILLS History +10, Intimidate +8, Endurance +9, Athletics +10, Nature +7
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics +5, Arcana +5, Bluff +3, Diplomacy +3, Dungeoneering +2, Heal +2, Insight +2, Perception +2, Religion +3, Stealth +5, Streetwise +3, Thievery +5
FEATS Level 1: Two-Blade Warrior Level 2: Eladrin Soldier Level 4: Fey Blades
POWERS Fighter at-will 1: Dual Strike Fighter at-will 1: Reaping Strike Fighter encounter 1: Distracting Spate Fighter daily 1: Bristling Defense Fighter utility 2: Pass Forward Fighter encounter 3: Sweeping Slash Fighter daily 5: Dervish’s Challenge
ITEMS Adventurer’s Kit, Eladrin Chainmail +2, Oathblade Longsword +1, Vicious Longsword +1 ====== Copy to Clipboard and Press the Import Button on the Summary Tab ======
“Letharyis!” A stern voice called out to her. It was not loud, but the harshness in its tone could not be over stated. She turned around and faced her father, Soleron Skyblade, General of the 3rd army of Ever Spire. He stood before her, resplendent in his shining plate mail bearing the honorable symbolism of several generations of eladric warriors. It was a beautiful suit of armor, and her father wore it now. Even now, where she was completely irate with him she couldn’t hide her admiration for him or his station.
Quite the contrary, this admiration was at the core of this disagreement.
She, General Skyblade’s eldest daughter, by comparison was dressed in a flowing amber gown of finest craftsmanship. No weapon on her belt, so heralds upon her shoulders, no cape flowing behind her. The circlet upon her brow was one designed to make her look beautiful, not protect her head like the helm her father held under his arm. In the distance she heard the sound of music playing – the bards must be warming up for tomorrow’s ceremony.
Once he closed the distance, her father lowered his voice. This hallway was not the place he wished to have this discussion with his belligerent daughter. For years he’d been trying to marry off his eldest daughter, and it had not been for lack of trying. Her younger brother had already been wed the year prior, and was already hard at work becoming a respected councilor in the chambers of Ever Spire. He was proud that his son had found a way to find fulfillment in life without having to carry the horrors of war on his shoulders. He took after his mother, loving state craft and culture, indulging in both, even marrying a well respected songstress in the middle levels of the spires.
Unfortunately, Letharyis took after him. She was restless, adventurous, mischievous, always finding new ways to get into trouble without actually breaking the law. Just last month he had to carry her to the local temple to have grievous wounds inflicted to her by trying to traverse the expansive forest canopy covering the region around Ever Spire in the dark of night. What’s worse is this act was encouraged by a group of girls she’s encouraged in to similar behavior, most of them younger than her and impressionable by her irrational, fearless behavior.
He looked down at her daughter’s face, and a defiant glare met his own. He felt like he was looking upon a younger version of himself, had he been a beautiful daughter of Sehanine. He understood where this rambunctious energy came from, and he didn’t understand until he was older, wiser, and specifically a father, the foolishness of these actions. There was no way to explain this to his daughter that she’d understand. He could let her run free, but then he’d be neglecting his job, his promise to his wife that none of their children would become career warriors.
His only hope was that somehow if he could get her happily betrothed, her love for another would make her grow up and give up her passion for adventure. Maybe then what ever part of her mother that was inside her body and soul would win out, and he could sleep peacefully at night for the first time since his daughter learned to work a doorknob.
He didn’t like it, but it was his duty as a father and a husband to protect his children. He would not let her become a soldier, she would become a dutiful wife, and that was that. “Letharyis,” he stated calmly. “Elrathor tells me you did not meet with him last night. You know you must meet with your betrothed three times before we can proceed.”
“I see no need to meet him again,” she replied. “He is a weakling and a coward. He swings a sword like he failed rudimentary fencing as a child. I,” at this point she upturned her nose slightly, “will not lie with such a weakling.” Her father grumbled, but before he could speak she could continue. “More importantly he agrees with you. He thinks I should give up swordplay. He thinks I should take up painting or poetry. What makes you think I’d be happy with someone like him?”
“My daughter, how do you expect to marry one day if all you do is refuse any handsome young man I find?”
“I’m not even a quarter of a century old yet!” She replied. “Maybe I’m not ready to give up my freedom to living with someone else! Maybe I’d rather see the world, slay our enemies and protect…”
“Enough!” Her father cut her off, his voice raising louder than he wanted to. Luckily for him, Letharyis always responded to his ‘commander’s voice’. “I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times, I have seen hell on the battlefield. Hell and death and suffering. I do not want that for my children. Your mother doesn’t want that for our children. Why can’t you respect that?”
“Because you don’t respect who I am!” She replied. At this point she became visibly distressed. “Father look at me! I’m strong, I’m tough, I’m smart. Why aren’t you proud? Why aren’t you eager to show all the other fathers what a powerful fighter I am?”
He didn’t answer that question. In all honesty when he’d heard about the time she defeated General Evernight’s son in a fencing match, he did smile a grin from cheek to cheek. When he was tending her wounds because she had fallen from a tree after beating the local record for branch striding, he smiled at her. He was proud of her, but it didn’t change that she couldn’t do this. He made a promise.
“Because I can’t,” he responded at last, “because it’s my duty to protect you from yourself. Now Letharyis, could you at least try to be friendly to him? Maybe you’ll like him after you get to know him.”
His daughter looked away from him to the shining floor of the hallway. She started to turn away but paused, glancing over her shoulder to her father. Softly, she quoted the one of the Eladric strategy books he kept in the family library.
“It is always better to flee in the face of defeat, than to welcome death with open arms. In retreat there is the potential for retribution. In death, there is only the end.”
With that said she walked away from him briskly, her shoes making an audible click with each agitated step.
That night, with the moonlight of the full moon, the city of Ever Spire shifted into Norita from the Feywild. And it was under the cover of moonlight that Letharyis, clad now in her leather pants and leather armor she’d bought for herself some time ago at her father’s protest, tried to secret herself out of the city. In her pouch was some gold she’d saved up from her work with one of the local bands as a harp player, and tutoring children. She had no weapon with her. She’d have to settle for human or dwarven craftsmanship for her blades, but it would be better than stealing from her own family.
Though she managed to escape through the part of the spire her family lived in without incident, it was on the sun platform on the 2nd level when she found her path blocked by a solitary figure. As the figure walked towards her in the moonlight, she recognized the shining platemail and nearly panicked.
Her father had found her.
She cursed under her breath. “I.. I’m leaving daddy,” she said, her voice shaky. “I’m done with the life that you think I want to live. I’m going to go out there, away from here, and live a life of adventure. Then, when I’m ‘grown up’ like you like to say, I’ll come back. I promise.”
Wordlessly, the general drew one of the two swords on his back. They were not his powerful blades that he took with him to battle, but they were still elegant and deadly eladric longswords. He threw one across the platform to his daughter, it landing at her feet with a clatter. Then he drew the other. “So you mean to desert soldier?” He said plainly. “I will not have such treason in my ranks. Defend yourself!”
Confused, Letharyis picked up the sword at her feet. As soon as she held it before her and stood in a fighting stance, her father charged.
The sound of steel hitting steel echoed throughout the otherwise peaceful night. For an entire minute the two wordlessly exchanged sword swings. The longer they fought, a smile crept across the general’s face. His daughter was young, impulsive and a little inexperienced, but her fighting style was deliberate and fluid. She was doing him proud. Still with all of her skill, his century of experience on her paid off, and he disarmed her and with a quick shove of his shoulder, brought her to the ground.
The sword landed some distance from her, and her father stood over her sword pointed at her throat. “Out there they will not show you the mercy you know in your fencing contests. “ He stated. “You’d be dead right now.” Then he lowered his weapon. “Get your sword. We do this again.”
Confused, Letharyis did as she was asked. “Now, come at me this time.”
“Father why are you doing this?” She asked.
“It is my duty to protect you.” He answered. “If I can’t keep you here, at least I shouldn’t let you leave without being sure you’re ready.”
Suddenly Letharyis’s confusion turned to a smile of happiness. It was the first time he’d seen her smile at him like that in years.
For hours the two continued to fight like this. Her father’s point was not to prove he was the better swordsman, that was not in question. His point was to show her how to protect herself from those who would fight her, and fight dirty. He disarmed her weapon. He kicked out her leg. He used faints and taunts. Finally after successfully parrying an attempt to make a small cut upon her leg, she pushed him with her shoulder, shoving him off his balance. As he struggled to recover, she disarmed his weapon, taking it in her other hand, and then kicked him over onto his back. His platemail made a loud thud as he landed, and she placed her foot upon his armored chest, holding one of the blades towards his face.
“Now… what…?” she asked, out of breath.
“Now,” he replied. “You run. You run before your injured foe strikes at you again, madder than hell.” He smiled at her. “Go my child. May the gods see to it that you someday come back to me again, and tell me about your wondrous adventures.” He moved his arms and removed the sheaths for the blades from his back. “Keep the swords. You have earned them. Now go, before I change my mind.”
“I love you daddy,” Letharyis said quickly, tears starting to roll down her face. As she took the sheaths and put the blades away her father replied. “I love you too.” And with those words, she took the blades in her hand and ran as fast as her legs could carry her.