The Tank.


Nadezhda, level 1

Tiefling, Swordmage

Swordmage Aegis: Aegis of Assault


Str 16, Con 12, Dex 10, Int 18, Wis 8, Cha 14.


Str 16, Con 12, Dex 10, Int 16, Wis 8, Cha 12.

AC: 19 Fort: 13 Reflex: 14 Will: 14 HP: 27 Surges: 9 Surge Value: 6


Arcana +9, History +9, Endurance +6, Diplomacy +7


Acrobatics, Bluff +4, Dungeoneering -1, Heal -1, Insight -1, Intimidate +2, Nature -1, Perception -1, Religion +4, Stealth +2, Streetwise +2, Thievery, Athletics +3


Level 1: Improved Initiative


Swordmage at-will 1: Lightning Lure Swordmage at-will 1: Greenflame Blade Swordmage encounter 1: Flame Cyclone Swordmage daily 1: Burning Blade


Leather Armor, Longsword, Adventurer’s Kit, Horn

Totally Not A Drizz’t Clone

Was born to a human mother. She never mentioned his father or heritage, but one does not give birth to a tiefling by chance. Always looked down upon but never downtrodden, Nadezhda grew up in a very modest home. He learned the frugality of life, and to appreciate the small as much as the large. He turned to books pretty quickly as a byproduct of having no friends. Nadezhda was intent on learning more of his kind, and more specifically of his own lineage. Though he never found out the latter, he became well versed in the former. Now was shaped a man, determined to go against that which was expected from him, to stand in place where others fell.

His mother died of sickness when he was twenty years old, and though she never gave up her secrets to him he held no grudge. With nothing left to tie him down to his hometown, Nadezhda took off were his feet would take him. He started to searched for great libraries that would unravel the secret of tieflings to him. Here he first encountered others of his kind, and was startled to find that stereotypes sometimes run true. But on his travels he also came across cruelty as such as had no measure back in his home. He knew then that hands alone are sometimes not enough to build. He turned towards the power granted by his cursed blood and, coupled with arcane studies, brought forth what was inside him; a protecting spirit.

With sword in hand, he roamed on, ever searching. And though he knew his blood to be tainted, he resolved to uphold his own code. Along the way, he takes care to lift any fellow tiefling that has veered from that path.


The Age of Reckoning Joou