Supplicant of Gibbeth
RHAPALDO, SUPPLICANT OF GIBBETH, level 1
Eldritch Blast: Eldritch Blast Constitution
Eldritch Pact: Star Pact
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 9, Con 18, Dex 10, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 16.
Starting Ability Scores Str 9, Con 16, Dex 10, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 14.
AC: 14 Fort: 14 Reflex: 13 Will: 14 HP: 30 Surges: 10 Surge Value: 7
TRAINED SKILLS Bluff, Religion, Intimidate, Arcana.
FEATS 1: Improved Fate of the Void
POWERS 1, Encounter: Glow of Ulban 1, Daily: Dread Star 1, Encounter: Thunderwave
ITEMS Arcane Implement, Rod, Adventurer’s Kit, Leather Armor, Sickle
Rhapaldo Highlore was the son of a milliner, the illegitimate product of a tryst between his hatmaker father and an elven woman who fancied more than the man’s fine workmanship.
Rhapaldo lived under his father’s care, his elven mother having abandoned both her human lover and their half-breed bastard upon the latter’s birth. He grew up largely unaware of his elven heritage. He was a little fairer, a little smarter, and a little wiser than his siblings, but he was otherwise unremarkable, and it was only as he approached adulthood that his father imparted upon him the full truth of his origins.
It was assumed that Rhapaldo would follow in his father’s footsteps, as he had shown some talent for design and tailoring. But then came the the Sohnenheim revolt. Rhapaldo, enamored with the Duke’s ideals of freedom, took up arms and joined the fight. He participated in the Battle of Meadthick Crick, where he proudly slew two men with his own blade. But during the subsequent “Pegran Turn,” Rhapaldo was himself cut down by an enemy blade. He lay on the battlefield for an excruciating and endless night—in pain, bleeding out, standing at death’s door. As he lay there, he began to stare up into the stars … and, perhaps, something stared back.
When Rhapaldo’s companions found him the next morning, he was, remarkably, not dead. He was also not the same Rhapaldo that had traveled at their side in the days before. Shaken, weaker, pale, and with a shocking streak of white in his hair, this new Rhapaldo had interest in neither swords nor tailoring. he told his companions that he had become “a supplicant of [[Gibbeth]],” but he offered no explanation of what that meant.
His eyes, now sunken, seem occasionally to be looking nowhere, and other times at things that are not there. And he’s discovered powers within himself, powers that sometimes scare even him.