The Singing Mercenaries
====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ====== Shikou, level 9 Razorclaw Shifter, Monk Build: Centered Breath Monk Monastic Tradition: Centered Breath
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 11, Con 10, Dex 22, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 8.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 11, Con 10, Dex 18, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 8.
AC: 24 Fort: 17 Reflex: 22 Will: 20 HP: 67 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 16
TRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics +17, Perception +13, Thievery +15, Stealth +19
UNTRAINED SKILLS Arcana +4, Bluff +5, Diplomacy +3, Dungeoneering +8, Endurance +4, Heal +8, History +4, Insight +8, Intimidate +3, Nature +8, Religion +4, Streetwise +3, Athletics +4
FEATS Level 1: Improved Initiative Level 2: Defensive Mobility Level 4: Pointed Step Style Level 6: Toughness Level 8: Weapon Expertise (Spear)
POWERS Monk at-will 1: Dancing Cobra Monk at-will 1: Five Storms Monk encounter 1: Drunken Monkey Monk daily 1: Whirling Mantis Step Monk utility 2: Grasp the Wind Monk encounter 3: Dance of Swords Monk daily 5: One Hundred Leaves Monk utility 6: Centered Defense Monk encounter 7: Strike the Avalanche Monk daily 9: Strength to Weakness
ITEMS Monk Unarmed Strike, Adventurer’s Kit, Spear, Emerald Flame Ki Focus +2, Summoned Cloth Armor (Basic Clothing) +2, Cape of the Mountebank +1, Boots of Rapid Motion (heroic tier), Eye of Deception (heroic tier)
In the final stage of Moon Fever. Shikou goes beserk during combat and attacks the nearest target, whether friend or foe.
Abandoned on the doorstep of an ancient monastery, high in the mountains of Thundercliff, Shikou was raised within the ascetic temple. The Temple of Thirty Two Obstacles was an ancient monastic order, founded to pursue the unity of mind, body, and spirit. Within these sacred halls of learning, Shikou was raised within the Monastic tradition of the Centered Breath, learning to bring to bear not only his body and physique against an opponent, but also to bend his every thought into a single purpose: to overcome any challenge he might come upon.
He learned his lessons well, and it wasn’t long into his twentieth year among the monks that he was asked to come before the Head Abbott to discuss his pilgrimage. The Pilgrimage was a sacred rite of the order, for the founder of the order had decreed that to become truly centered within oneself an individual must overcome thirty two challenges in their lives. This grueling path had been too much to bear for many monks, but Shikou had prepared for it his entire life.
The Head Abbott, who had raised the young monk as a son, intoned his head as Shikou entered. “Recite for me, my son, the First Obstacle.”
“To put aside the outside world and turn the eye inward,” came the well-incanted reply.
The Abbott continues, “And the Second?”
Shikou paused, “To seperate oneself from home and comfort. To know the harshness of the world and turn the inner eye upon lands unseen…” He paused, swallowed, and continued, “To see the truth of the world and the lie of the world in the same moment.”
The Abbott nodded solemnly. “The time has come, my son, to leave this place. You have learned the tradition better than any other student of mine,” the old man sighed. “If I had it in my power, I would keep you here and protect you… but I believe that you are destined to complete this path, and see the truth of the world and worlds beyond as no man ever has.”
Shikou nodded. “May I go then, Master?”
“Not quite yet, my son, I have one more task for you,” the Abbott said, and handed an ancient scroll to the young monk. Shikou took the scroll, and opened its protective case slowly. Inside was an ancient wrap of parchment, with faded characters, detailing something called _The Way of the Wind. _ “What is this, Master?” Shikou asked.
“This is one of seven scrolls left to us by the founder of our order,” the Abbott replied, “These seven scrolls, together, detail the mastery of one’s spirit. It is said that the founder of our order was able to commune with spirits, and could use the power of the spirit world to walk between the walls of death.”
The Abbott continued, “The other six scrolls have been lost to us. I grant you this scroll as part of a test. Find the other six, and unlock the secrets that we have lost since the death of the founder.”
“As you wish,” came the solemn reply.
Shikou packed his bag that night. Gripping his spear, his prayer beads, and the cloak of his adopted father, he stepped out into the snowy steppes of the mountain and traveled into the world. “Now I will turn my eye upon this world. This obstacle will be passed and mastered.”