Serpent in Shadow
Shadar-kai assassin from the city of Gloomrot whos family was murdered by an evil vampire Count
Lenore Silverson, level 3
Guild Training: Bleak Disciple
Pact Initiate: Pact Initiate (star pact)
Background: Occupation – Foe Killer(Undead), Birth – On Another Plane, Family Tradition, Restless Dead, Out for Revenge (Restless Dead Benefit)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 8, Con 16, Dex 18, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 13.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 8, Con 16, Dex 16, Int 11, Wis 10, Cha 13.
AC: 19 Fort: 16 Reflex: 16 Will: 13
HP: 34 Surges: 9 Surge Value: 8
Stealth +12, Athletics +5, Acrobatics +12, Perception +6, Streetwise +7, Religion +7
Arcana +2, Bluff +2, Diplomacy +2, Dungeoneering +1, Endurance +4, Heal +1, History +2, Insight +1, Intimidate +2, Nature +1, Thievery +5
Level 1: Pact Initiate
Level 2: Arcane Familiar
Assassin at-will 1: Executioner's Noose
Assassin at-will 1: Shadow Storm
Assassin encounter 1: Smothering Shadow
Assassin daily 1: Targeted for Death
Assassin utility 2: Cat's Trickery
Assassin encounter 3: Cloaking Mist
Ritual Book, Khopesh, Light Shield, Magic Leather Armor +1, Hand Crossbow, Crossbow Bolts (40)
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -
Merely this, and nothing more."
Lenore was the last to die. She was the youngest by far, and the scent of her flesh was intoxicating to the vampires. She was a meal to savor. The descent of the Count's legion on her family was like nothing they had confronted before. As Nightstalkers, they had battled and subdued even the darkest and most tormenting of undead with ease, but never vampires. Tonight she had been the first to notice their presence. Moments earlier, a slight glimmer had caught her eye from above, and the first victim, her elder brother, had been taken before she could open her lips to speak.
Her father had managed to strike down several of the invaders, with his sword he struck them hard and swift, but only temporarily subduing them. Several of them latched onto him at once and began to feed, and he flailed and beat and screamed until death stole his breath and he fell limp in the arms of the beasts. The remaining few had grabbed ahold of Lenore's mother. They ripped her weapons from her, restraining her and preparing her for consumption. The leader of the group had held Lenore in place while the others played with her mother, his one hand controlling her bound arms, and the other stroking the hot skin of her neck. Lenore felt her skin flush with the anger bubbling in her heart, and she contorted her arms and snapped her teeth at the man restraining her.
Her attention was drawn forward at the cackling vampires and her mother. She was silent and still as they fondled her, but then burst with ferocity as she stabbed her weapon into one of them, causing him to draw back and hiss angrily, and she turned and dug her fingernails into the face of another attacker, breaking free and collapsing to the ground, crawling and clawing helplessly at the forest floor for a weapon. Lenore felt her heart race and flutter with anticipation and her mother called desperately into the blackness toward her, begging her daughter to break free and fight. A few others joined the attack and they overcame her mother's violence easily. Their laughter poisoned the quiet night and Lenore trembled with fear. They licked the blood from their lips and hands, relishing in the exotic flavor that they had journeyed so far to taste.
"I saved you for last, my dear." Gently, The Count spoke into her ear, grasping her hair and firmly forcing her ear toward his mouth. She watched his razorlike teeth glisten in the darkness as he grinned, "You will be much more succulent than your worthless mother…" He had brought his face closer, and as he spoke his lips brushed the skin of her neck. She gazed out toward Gloomrot, the boom and echo of energy and nightlife barely reaching them at this distance. She wondered how many souls would be ravaged by the vampires this massacre. She imagined what would have happened if she had spoken a moment sooner and her family had braced for the attack. She scoffed, and the Count felt her neck muscles tense as she smiled. He met eyes with her curiously and cocked an eyebrow at her bizarre reaction, inviting her to speak.
"You and your vultures will rot for eternity when She sees what you have done…" she crowed. The Count smiled at her, and with that, he yanked Lenore's neck to his mouth, and gorged on her rare virgin blood.
Her eyes were open before her heart was beating again. She rested on the ground, plants and twigs had tangled into her hair from when the Count dropped her useless body from his lap. In her eyes, the reflection of a glorious shadowed figure approached, and the vampires fled like the flies of a disturbed carcass. Darkness enveloped serveral of the straggling intruders, suffocating their bodies into blackness as their own shadows pulled them apart limb from limb. The figure reached Lenore's lifeless body and its darkness surrounded her, lifting her slightly from the forest floor and cradling her corpse. Her soul fled back into consciousness as she fell to the ground, the cloud gathering in front of her, hovering upward, storming violently and reducing in size. From that darkness, a single black raven ascended, perching on a nearby branch. It rustled it's red-tipped wings gently and eyed Lenore, then lept from it's branch, gliding to the dirt beside her. The blackness had gone. The wilderness was silent, and Lenore stroked her familiar. "Better stop by home and get my things…" She spoke to her Raven, stroking her wings softly, "...We've got a long way to go. Those bastards will suffer at the hands of the Raven's Guard."
They left the next morning on their journey to The Count's domain. Lenore would need to travel across The Great Sea of Sorrows, but here in the Shadowfell it was heavily guarded and plagued by undead. She had heard stories of The Material World, and advances of the Eladrin race to sail across a similarly massive sea in their plane. The only way to reach Fellmourne Isle, where The Count resided, would be to cross over the planes and explore a land which she had only briefly visited. Somewhere, on the other side of the ocean in the Material Plane, would exist a portal back to the Shadowfell, where she would have infiltrated too deeply into The Count's territory to be stopped. She would then seek vengence for her family, and repaying The Queen for the gift of her life.