Denson Jiles (deceased)
Denson Jiles, level 8
Build: Virtuous Paladin
Background: Human – Ancestral Holdings (+2 to Diplomacy)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 11, Dex 10, Int 8, Wis 16, Cha 22.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 11, Dex 10, Int 8, Wis 14, Cha 18.
AC: 27 Fort: 16 Reflex: 18 Will: 22
HP: 73 Surges: 11 Surge Value: 18
Endurance +5, Religion +8, History +8, Intimidate +15, Diplomacy +22
Acrobatics, Arcana +3, Bluff +10, Dungeoneering +7, Heal +7, Insight +7, Nature +7, Perception +7, Stealth, Streetwise +10, Thievery, Athletics
Human: Mark of Scribing
Level 1: Toughness
Level 2: Weapon Focus (Heavy Blade)
Level 4: Weapon Expertise (Heavy Blade)
Level 6: Skill Focus (Diplomacy)
Level 8: Devoted Paladin
Bonus At-Will Power: Enfeebling Strike
Lay on Hands: Lay on Hands
Paladin at-will 1: Bolstering Strike
Paladin at-will 1: Virtuous Strike
Paladin encounter 1: Fearsome Smite
Paladin daily 1: Majestic Halo
Paladin utility 2: Bless Weapon
Paladin encounter 3: Invigorating Smite
Paladin daily 5: Sign of Vulnerability
Paladin utility 6: Wrath of the Gods
Paladin encounter 7: Blade of Light
Bloodiron Layered Plate Armor +2, Vicious Broadsword +2, Shield of Silver Light Heavy Shield (heroic tier)
Denson was startled “A month???”
“Yeah theys said yous betta not die yet theys had plans for yous. Course don’t really see how that matters theys end up killin ya anyways. The bastads cant even make it a quick death eitha”
Denson remembered what had happened and knew exactly where he was, he had spent far to much time down here he knew the entire layout, just by glancing around he knew exactly which cell he was in.
“Look here comes anoda poor sod denied death, poor bastad. Whats the matter yous cowads cant off em proppa?” the man said.
“Shut up half breed well be coming for you soon enough.” The guard shouted.
“Well den comon get off ya arses and show me how its done.”
The look of fear gripped the Guards faces as the scuttled off dragging their prisoner. Densons eyes focused in the light a little bit more and relized what the guards ment by half breed. A massive 7’ tall Half orc missing one eye was standing next to Denson. He had only heard rumors of such men to see one was another story. “Ere” The half orc said, “Eat up dont want to give thems the easy ways out do ya?” Denson was shocked he ate quickly not caring what it was he might have been eating, food was food at this point and his stomach didn’t care.
Denson grew to be a friend of Grok Magal he found that he shared the same beliefs as Denson. Denson told him about his life and his child hood before being sent here of his parents and his home land after 3 months of torture they decided they had had enough with this place. They amount of guards they were using to pull grok from the cell was a joke if they knew what he was capable of. 4 guards came that day to pull him out of the cell, Denson had pressed himself up to the the cieling the orc had gone to the back of the cell to face the wall, the guards walked in and started to place the irons on him when Denson jumped downs landing firmly on one of the guards the orc turned and grabbed the guards by the skulls cracking them together the last guard was stunned as he realized a sword was now protruding through his chest, and Denson whispering “I grant you release from this life.” in his ear. Armed with the gear of the guards they made there way to where they kept the gear of anyone that was ever locked up in here. Killing the guards they took the keys, and plundered the small horde of armors and weapons. Denson Came across a set of layered Plate and a shield that bore silvery light when held, as well as a long sword that seemed like it wanted to find the nearest heart and plunge its razor sharp saw like teeth into. Grok soon found his own gear as well as a two handed Axe that he had sworn called to him, rightly so I don’t think any normal man could have wielded that thing.
Denson explained that there was an area in here that accessed the river that flowed out from under ground and flowed out near the edge of the city. The downside of coarse is that the Grand Inquisitor and his best men were also stationed between them and their escape. Upon seeing the Grand inquisitor Grok went into a Murderous Rage and charged hacking through 4 men like butter before his Axe met resistance of the Grand inquisitor. He sent his men after Denson as he fought Grok. With his shield and sword in hand he charged into the fray his eyes glowing white along with his sword. He found with great ease his sword would plunged and find the kill point of the men that he encountered. He soon flanked the Inquisitor and pulled his attention away from Grok just long enough for him to strike the killing blow. They gathered enough riches they could find in the inquisitors office and made there way to the secret door. They removed any evidence that they might have been there closed the door and covered there tracks stepped into the water and were swept down stream and into history as the first men to ever escape from that prison but also vanish into thin air.
They arrived at the outskirts of the city, soaked and tired from the trip down stream. the guards asked what had happened Denson replied with that silver tongue of his that they were guards to a band of merchants, some wolves had spooked the horses into riding the wagon right into the stream, we had jumped in to save our employer but the river had already claimed them by the time we had reached the spot they fell in. The cover of Darkness on this moonless night made it impossible to retrieve them. The guards let them pass wishing better fortunes on the days ahead. Grok was stunned that that had worked so easily. We soon found ourselves at a tavern at near the docks looking for work as we dried out near the fire. It wasn’t long before we were picked up by a merchant who was seeking protection while he sailed from port to port. Denson took on quick to the life at sea, Grok always praised the gods each time he got to feel sturdy ground beneath his feet, after a couple years Grok had enough of the sailors life, he didn’t mind the ale and winches at each port it was the weeks at sea that made him sick. They came to a port that he knew well it seemed said he was going to check up on an old friend after finally convincing the captain it was for the best. Denson found out later when he had come back to port a year later that he had married and had a son he would stop in each time he docked at enjoy the company of his old friend though now just a simple farmer he still had that massive Axe above his fireplace. They would talk of old times and the escape they made. Denson let him know that he was to be getting his own ship soon it was being built by half-lings and that it would be ready the next time he sailed to their port. He knew of coarse that Grok would never set foot on a boat again but it was nice to be able to sail under his own terms.
Denson became a privateer plundering riches from the enemies country that he might be signed with at the time. Soon after he began gathering a party well suited for boarding an enemy ship. Thats when he met a Curious Creature that could change shapes as long as it had the same relative mass. As you can imagine this came in quite handy For Denson. Denson kept Julius’ secret as more members started to join, it wasn’t long that he heard that there was a dwarf looking for him and his party to help him look for some forgotten Relic, the price was right so they went and heard him out. It was only after that meeting they realized that they wouldn’t really have a choice in the matter.