====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ====== Burg Feuer, level 4 Genasi, Paladin Elemental Manifestation: Cindersoul Extra Manifestation: Firesoul Firepulse: Firepulse Strength
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 10, Dex 10, Int 11, Wis 18, Cha 18.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 14, Con 10, Dex 10, Int 9, Wis 17, Cha 17.
AC: 23 Fort: 17 Reflex: 16 Will: 18 HP: 43 Surges: 10 Surge Value: 10
TRAINED SKILLS Religion +7, Insight +11, Intimidate +11, Diplomacy +11
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics, Arcana +2, Bluff +6, Dungeoneering +6, Endurance +2, Heal +6, History +2, Nature +8, Perception +6, Stealth, Streetwise +6, Thievery, Athletics +3
FEATS Level 1: Defensive Mobility Level 2: Weapon Focus (Axe) Level 4: Extra Manifestation
POWERS Lay on Hands: Lay on Hands Paladin at-will 1: Ardent Strike Paladin at-will 1: Bolstering Strike Paladin encounter 1: Valorous Smite Paladin daily 1: Paladin’s Judgment Paladin utility 2: Call of Challenge Paladin encounter 3: Righteous Smite
ITEMS Heavy Shield, Mithral Plating Plate Armor +1, Flaming Battleaxe +1, Amulet of Protection +1, Boots of the Dryad (heroic tier), Adventurer’s Kit, Everburning Torch, Fine Clothing, Sunrod (4)
Born in the town of Kohlestadt, a small town located deep within the Emberstorm Empire, Burg was brought up in a home where practices in the arcane were the norm. Burg never managed to pick up the talent required to wield such power. His mother, Annasabella, was most disappointed in him. Annasabella was/is a high ranking member of Emberstorm’s Elemental Clerics. At the age of 9 Burg was sent away to the institute of The Halterung, a large bastion for the training of Emberstorm’s military forces.
Burg then found his talents amongst the ranks of the foot soldiers of Emberstorm. His unit the Firehawks, was heavily armored knight regiment tied to a unit of clerics, used in the securing of Keeps and used as armored escorts to nobility. It was in the siege of Montagne de l’aigle in Figarr, that Burg was forced to see what it was that he and his comrades were really doing. After he and his unit secured the Western gate of the castle, he saw the fires. It was his fifth tour abroad, and seventh live castle assault. This assault was much different than the previous ones, this one involved many civilians. Burg wasn’t sure which was more frightening at that time, the smoke that rose from the Eastern gate, the screams that accompanied it, or the smell, the smell of human flesh. This was the point where Burg started to question all that he knew. For many more battles the situations around him became more and more real, he was aware of the truth.
The stories the children of Emberstorm were told were all lies. Stories such as that the children of Emberstorm would be stolen and used as slaves by the other nations, and that Emberstorm once ruled the world and that it was time for them to gain back their once future power.
Not long before Figarr signed it’s surrender to Emberstorm, there was an incident where Burg’s unit was ambushed by some force they did not see, Burg’s unit was pick apart expertly, as if the shadows themselves were cutting and tearing apart his comrades. It was when the shadows started to descend upon him that his manifestations started. His skin popped and tingled as he was then encased in flame, a flame that did not burn him nor did it even feel foreign to him, it was as if it were a part of him that he only now discovered. The shadows then dissipated and standing before him was a woman in dark purple robes. Her skin was like alabaster, except for her hands, which were scaled, a divine golden light flickering from them. Burg was stunned. She walked up to him, and stood inches from his face. It seemed to Burg as if this took place for hours. She then started to laugh, and then said to him, “You are free now.” The flames that surrounded him faded and as they did so did she.
Burg sat alone in the camp for three days, that’s when a group of Figarr Guerrillas found him. They took him in as a captive, he did not fight it, he did not resist at all. He sat and thought. He thought about everything he had ever done, every little thing that had taken place in his life. He thought about his mother, and how abusive she was to him, how in her want for him to cast magic led to her beating him as a child and how his absent father never came to save him. How, he was taught, to fight, to hate, and to kill. How he never had something of his own to believe in, how he never thought for himself. He was not proud of what he had done in his past. He decided that now that would all change. Two months after being captive he finally spoke, “Let me out.” The guerrillas looked at him with bewilderment, and disbelief. The leader an older gentleman walked to Burg’s cell and asked, “What do you plan to do once you are out of there?” Burg replied, “Take down the Emberstorm Empire, confront my mother, and then die.” The older man looked at Burg’s face for a moment then opened the door. Burg then took a seat at the camp’s fire and warmed himself up, it felt good to be near the flame. For the first time, Burg was filled with a warmth that he could only describe as life.