Arkeimystos Shalcaidh

Socially-inept Eladrin noble. Fortunately at least, he's good in a fight.

Initiative: +3
Senses: Perception +1
HP 28; Bloodied 14
AC 15; Fortitude 15; Reflex 13; Will 12
Healing Surges: 10 per day, recovers 7 hp
Speed 6
Basic Attacks: melee +3; ranged +3
Attacks: Longspear +6 melee (1d10)

At-Will Powers: Cleave, Reaping Strike
Encounter Powers: Steel Serpent Strike, Fey Step [racial]
Daily Powers: Villain’s Menace

Alignment: Good
Languages: Common, Elven
Skills: Acrobatics +3, Arcana +3, Athletics +8, Bluff +0, Diplomacy +0, Dungeoneering +1, Endurance +6, Heal +6, History +3, Insight +6, Intimidate +0, Nature +1, Perception +1, Religion +1, Stealth +3, Streetwise +0, Thievery +3.

Abilities: Str 16 (+3), Dex 16 (+3), Con 13 (+1), Int 13 (+1), Wis 12 (+1), Cha 10 (+0) Feats: Eladrin Soldier
Racial Abilities: Eladrin Education, Eladrin Weapon Proficiency, Eladrin Will, Fey Origin, Trance, Fey Step
Class Abilities: Combat Challenge, Combat Superiority, Fighter Weapon Talent [Two-handed weapons]

Gear: Leather armor, Longspear, backpack, bedroll, flint and steel, belt pouch, trail rations (10 days), hempen rope (50 ft.), sunrods (2), waterskin, 50 gp


The classic story of a young Eladrin discovering the world and doing great deeds wherever he goes. At least, that’s what Ark dreams of becoming in the near future. His parents even agreed to it, which is a good thing. They just don’t want him becoming an adventurer anytime this decade or even the next, which in a way, is bad.

Being the youngest son of a Marquis is usually great since you get to live a great life, but it does make you lack in other areas. For Arkeimystos, having grown up sheltered left him sorely lacking at the socializing department. Too many situations where having said the exact wrong thing got him into trouble, despite the intention being totally good. Often he would be described being ‘handsome as a prince, crude as a churl’.

As of now, he is residing in one of the Shalcaidh summer chateaus, near the city of Merumilee. A student in the Na’Our Martus Cromm Academy – or Nomac as the common folk would call it, Ark thinks this is a good chance to make a name for himself as an adventurer.

Everyday, he checks the city’s notice boards, waiting for that chance to get on the road to glory.

Arkeimystos Shalcaidh

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