Watersoul Genasi Swordmage
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Cascaeda, level 6
Build: Shielding Swordmage
Swordmage Aegis: Aegis of Shielding
Versatile Expertise: Versatile Expertise (Heavy Blade)
Versatile Expertise: Versatile Expertise (Light Blade)
Elemental Manifestation: Watersoul
Background: Wandering Duelist (Wandering Duelist Benefit)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 12, Con 17, Dex 13, Int 19, Wis 8, Cha 11.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 16, Dex 13, Int 16, Wis 8, Cha 11.
AC: 23 Fort: 17 Reflex: 18 Will: 16
HP: 62 Surges: 11 Surge Value: 15
Arcana +12, Intimidate +11, Athletics +9, Endurance +15
Acrobatics +4, Bluff +3, Diplomacy +3, Dungeoneering +2, Heal +2, History +7, Insight +2, Nature +4, Perception +2, Religion +7, Stealth +4, Streetwise +3, Thievery +4
Level 1: Intelligent Blademaster
Level 2: Improved Swordmage Warding
Level 4: Versatile Expertise
Level 6: Rose King’s Shield
Swordmage at-will 1: Sword Burst
Swordmage at-will 1: Booming Blade
Swordmage encounter 1: Sword of Sigils
Swordmage daily 1: Frost Backlash
Swordmage utility 2: Channeling Shield (retrained to Arcane Mutterings at Level 6)
Swordmage encounter 3: Dimensional Vortex
Swordmage daily 5: Swordmage Shielding Fire
Swordmage utility 6: Swordmage’s Decree
Leather Armor, Amulet of Life +1, Aegis Blade Longsword +1, Adventurer’s Kit
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LEVEL BY LEVEL:
Level 6 -
Learned Utility Daily Power “Swordmage’s Decree”
Took feat, “Rose King’s Shield” to improve his Booming Blade technique.
Retrained level 2 Utility “Channeling Shield” into level 2 skill power “Arcane Mutterings”
Cascaeda is the latest in a long line of Watersoul Genasi to reside in the various tributaries stemming from the Cratian Bay. He joins the group with concern for the havoc the shards could wreak on the natural world, and looks to protect it by any means necessary. Despite his rather rigid ideals, he is surprisingly affable and easy-going in personality.
The steel of his blade glimmering in the campfire’s light, Cascaeda sat a safe distance from the flame, wiping the blood of the last enemy clean from the metal’s edge.
“Have I ever told you why I became involved with your troop? Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t appreciate my home here, but I find I can’t do my job quite as well unless I remember why I fight. So… stop me if you’ve heard this one before.”
“You see, I was born in the Cratian Bay. I don’t really remember if I had parents or if I was simply born of the anomalies in the water there… either way, I was alone for as long as I can recall. I don’t resent that fact… the water was beautiful, its bounties plentiful… I grew up learning to fend for myself, and by the time I was of age, I finally encountered another Genasi, like myself, a Watersoul. It was… strange, he looked powerful, wielding a sword and wearing a pendant, but he had a sad expression. That part made sense, eventually – there, in front of my eyes, he slowly disintegrated back into the water. I never saw him again.”
“I took his sword, and his pendant, and I searched the bay for answers. Eventually, I was able to communicate with some of the elder creatures there, and found that I was part of a long line of Watersoul defenders – I would defend the bay’s pristine waters from threats until a new successor is of age, at which point my… clock will be up. But, it doesn’t do any good to think about that…”
“I patrolled that body of water for years, until finally, I found that the water had been tainted in one very small spot… so I went there, and found that the contaminant was blood. I ascended from the water, and there I found a young woman laying in the reeds near the bank… she was mortally wounded. I came to her, and she told me of her home, a small mining and lumber settlement. It had been attacked by a marauding group of shard hunters who had – incorrectly – assumed that there was a shard hidden there. She came to the river, hearing rumors of a mythical protector that had resided in the bay for centuries… she died there, in my arms.”
Cascaeda now stared into the flame, eyes lost, overcome by a thousand different thoughts all at once. He shook his head, if only to clear his mind for a moment.
“…well, I think I’ve gone on long enough. I think I’m going to go to sleep. I’d like to be moving before dawn tomorrow, if at all possible.”
He stood, walking over to his tent, trailing his longsword in the dirt behind him.