Drazgal, level 8
Half-Orc, Fighter|Ranger
Hybrid Ranger: Hybrid Ranger Reflex
Hybrid Talent: Fighter Combat Talent
Fighter Combat Talent: Tempest Technique (Hybrid)
Background: Early Life – Test Subject (Thievery class skill)

Str 20, Con 13, Dex 20, Int 8, Wis 10, Cha 11.

Str 16, Con 13, Dex 16, Int 8, Wis 10, Cha 11.

AC: 26 Fort: 20 Reflex: 21 Will: 14
HP: 61 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 15

Acrobatics +13, Athletics +13, Thievery +13, Stealth +15

Arcana +3, Bluff +4, Diplomacy +4, Dungeoneering +4, Endurance +6, Heal +4, History +3, Insight +4, Intimidate +6, Nature +4, Perception +4, Religion +3, Streetwise +4

Level 1: Weapon Proficiency (Double sword)
Level 2: Hybrid Talent
Level 4: Silent Shadows
Level 6: Two-Weapon Fighting
Feat User Choice: Light Blade Expertise
Level 8: Swift Blade Style

Hybrid at-will 1: Twin Strike
Hybrid at-will 1: Dual Strike
Hybrid encounter 1: Off-Hand Strike
Hybrid daily 1: Scything Blow
Hybrid utility 2: Bridge of Roots
Hybrid encounter 3: Sweeping Blow (retrained to Ruffling Sting at Level 7)
Hybrid daily 5: Rain of Steel
Hybrid utility 6: Kirre’s Roar
Hybrid encounter 7: Come and Get It

Adventurer’s Kit, Cold-weather clothing, Footpads, Ruby Lenses, Lantern, Bull’s-Eye, Rhythm Blade Double sword +2, Shadow Hunter Hide Hide Armor +2, Silver Hart Clasp +2, Iron Armbands of Power (heroic tier), Hidden item compartment, Thieves’ Tools


Drazgal Background
“What is it?”
“Subject 9967 has…escaped…”
Felastiri’s eyes darkened. “9967…was he in S-block?”
“No Madame…D-Block”
“The termination unit? Well then why are you here asking me? Just send the subjugators and kill…no…belay that order.” said Felastiri, her mouth curling into a cruel smile. “Let 9967 go, and we will continue to monitor his progress. This is the first time someone has successfully escaped…he may prove himself yet interesting.”
“I’ve just received a report that 9967 managed to free 2448 and RD75, and all three have escaped togeth…”
At that moment, Felastiri lashed out in rage, and in a split second, there was nothing left of her servant than a pair of smoldering feet, with a wispy trail of smoke rising from them. Another aide showed up immediately and ordered some grunts to take away the remains.
“Find them!”

Drazgal, son of Duke Dalgren McClavin and his mistress, the orc Lagazi, has no knowledge of his parents or his birthright. Soon after he was born, Duke McClavin sold him to Felastiri, a cruel wizard in the Arcane Congress who had devoted herself to conducting experiments on sentient beings in order to engineer a super-soldier, one who would bolster the strength of Aundair for the next war.
In captivity, Drazgal spent most of his time in a huge room split into various chambers with many other test subjects. He quickly learned how to hide and avoid the attention of the more dangerous and volatile test subjects. Some had extra limbs, some had enhanced senses, some seemed to regenerate quickly. All were worth avoiding—the ones that couldn’t kill you would make you go mad.
After years of experimentation, analysis, recovery, and subsequent experimentation, Drazgal was eventually discarded. In the end, he had little to show for the years of experimentation except for an exceptional ability with the unique double-sword, a knack for stealth, a plate in his head, wooden tusks, and a severely addled brain.
Before he was brought to a remote location for termination, however, he went berserk and overpowered his guards. In his head, there was nothing but anger, fear, rage, and the will to burst open his cage. Taking his double-sword he began navigating the treacherous labyrinth of Felastiri’s compound. Slowly he proceeded, sneaking past guards and inmates whenever and wherever possible, but a strange being noticed him. Some sort of tree-man hybrid trapped in a prison of wind managed to sense his presence as Drazgal paused near his cell to avoid the guards. The tree-man hybrid claimed to have knowledge of areas of the compound to which Drazgal had never been taken, so Drazgal managed to find the controls of the wind prison and freed his new companion, Planto. Planto and Drazgal managed to find some service tunnels and bypassed an especially dangerous chamber, but before they managed to reach the exit they stumbled right into the path of two mages. A brawl began, and the mages quickly gained the upper against the two amidst the howls and cackles of the nearby inmates. In a quick moment of desperation, Drazgal popped the lock with his sword that held Larjunge at bay, whom Drazgal recognized as a strong fighter from their time spent in the pits and who was currently the sanest-looking inmate in the room. Suddenly outnumbered, the mages fell to the escapees’ combined onslaught, and the Eldeen Three managed to escape the compound, battered and bloodied.
The Three were luckily skilled in evasion, and avoided the notice of their pursuing captors as they regained some of their strength. Not knowing how long their freedom would last or what was in store for them in the outside world, Drazgal and his companions headed west, as far as they could get from the clutches of Felastiri…

Drazgal is a 22 year old small, lithe half-orc, standing 5’9” and weighing 198 lbs. He is strong like his kin, and unusually dexterous. He has wooden tusks – a byproduct from his early life as a test subject – and unbeknownst to him, his entire skeletal structure has been transformed, and while his bones retain their hardness, they now have the flexibility of young tree branches. He wears dark hide armor and carries a well-crafted double-sword.


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