The Daunting Abyss
An Infernal Rage to Destroy all that is Evil...
Male Hellbred Paladin 8
LG Medium Humanoid (Hellbred)
Init -2; Senses: Listen +4, Spot +4
Languages: Common, Infernal
AC 22, Touch 12, Flat-Footed 22
( +9 Armor, +1 Deflection, +1 Natural, +1 Other )
DR 3/ -
HP 72 (8d10 +8)
Immune: disease, fear
Fort +12, Ref +7, Will +9 ( +4 vs poison, +1 vs evil creatures )
Fate Points 0
Abilities: Str 16, Dex 10, Con 12, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 20
Feats: Least Legacy (Merethuvial), Devil’s favor, Devil’s Stamina, Devil’s Tongue, Improved Smiting (Good), Extra Smiting, Weapon Focus Greatsword
Skills: Appraise -2, Balance -7, Bluff +5, Climb -1, Concentration +1, Diplomacy +7, Disguise +5, Escape Artist -7, Forgery -2, Gather Information +5, Heal +9, Hide -7, Intimidate +7, Jump -7, Knowledge Religion +0, Listen +4, Move Silently -7, Ride -2, Search -2, Sense Motive +2, Spot +4, Survival +2, Swim -6,Use Rope -2
In the life before this one, Thulsa the hellbred paladin lived a much different life. Before the lords of good and justice reincarnated him into the form he is now, he lived to serve evil and crush the weak. Thulsa’s mother was one of the many slave girls kept by his father Sithis Ragnarok. Sithis was the cruel chieftain of a clan in the kingdom of the Fruztii, in the coastal plains between the Griff and Corusk Mountains, in the northeastern portion of the Flanaess.
Thulsa’s earliest memory was his father teaching him how to hold and handle a sword when he was 4 years old. To Sitihis, only merciless might mattered and the weak were to serve or die to the pleasure of the strong.
Sithis’s roaming clan was made up of other children from his harem that made vicious raids on other clans and villages across the plains. All male young and old were to be slain in these raids and only females brought before Sithis and found to be pleasing were spared.
At around 16 years old, Thulsa began to take part in the slaying and plundering. The fierceness to which Thulsa laid waste to their victims that impressed his father and he quickly became his father’s favorite child. Perhaps over a hundred men, women and children were killed by Thulsa himself over the years. Sometimes, while scouting out a settlement to plunder, Thulsa would spot a happy couple together or a family playing… unaware their doom was approaching. He would ponder their foolishness and laugh at himself for even a seconds thought of wondering if THEIR life had any value. Then one day Thulsa spotted a fair maiden named Karliah, at a village about a 5 day ride away from his clans camp. Something within Thulsa stirred, he never had felt this before but instead of dismissing it, he gave himself over to it. This wasn’t the usual feeling of lust which he felt sometimes. This was almost as if the maiden had bewitched him by simply looking at her. Thulsa knew that if his father would see her that he would take her for himself. Since Sithis was the clans chieftain, he was the only one who had the right to take any females into his tent for his own, or have children.
The three days Thulsa spent with Karliah were the greatest of his life. In Karliah’s presence Thulsa felt as though he was a new man, a man that needed to keep her safe, a man that needed ‘LOVE’.
Karliah pleaded to Thulsa to spare her village, but Thulsa knew nothing would sway his father’s mind.
“This is the way things are, we take and destroy whatever we want. Your only hope is to leave now, before we eventually attack this place.” Thulsa said. Thulsa then directed her and the others of her village to travel as far and as fast as they could out of the plains. After quickly gathering everything they would need for a hasty trip, they began to depart. Karliah came back to Thulsa to say goodbye… “Will you come with us if I ask you to?”
“I don’t deserve to be happy; I’ve taken part in so much death and misery. The gods would not allow a wretch as me that honor.” said Thulsa. “Well what will you do now? Go back to your clan and pretend that there isn’t a part of you that’s changing?” said Karliah. “I don’t know what will become of me. But I do thank the gods that you lit a spark in me somehow. I’ll take my own path now and see what the gods have in store for me.” said Thulsa.
He greets the two sentries, both of which were his half-brothers. He gets to striking distance and beheads them both with his sword. Grabbing as much lantern oil as he can carry, Thulsa pours it all over the three canopy tents where the rest of his clan was still sleeping. With his heavy crossbow and a torch, Thulsa ignites the tents and readies his aim for any clansman that escapes the fire. Thulsa only had to fire five crossbow bolts, each one hitting with deadly precision. It’s almost dawn as the last of the screams have died down…Thulsa walked around the charred remains to make sure they were all dead. Yes, all forty two of them…one more to go…one more darkened black soul to send to the gods.
Thulsa draws his sword, slices his own neck wide open and gurgles “FORGIVE ME”.