A stoic tiefling warlord with a tragic past and an axe to grind.
====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ====== Tirrigeth Rallinir, level 7 Tiefling, Warlord Build: Tactical Warlord Commanding Presence: Tactical Presence Background: Tiefling – Infernal Nightmares (+2 to Religion)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 11, Dex 10, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 16.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 11, Dex 10, Int 15, Wis 10, Cha 13.
AC: 22 Fort: 17 Reflex: 17 Will: 17 HP: 53 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 13
TRAINED SKILLS Intimidate +11, Diplomacy +11, Athletics +10, History +12
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics +2, Arcana +7, Bluff +8, Dungeoneering +3, Endurance +2, Heal +3, Insight +3, Nature +3, Perception +3, Religion +9, Stealth +4, Streetwise +6, Thievery +2
FEATS Level 1: Improved Tactics Level 2: Tactical Assault Level 4: Hunting Wolf Style Level 6: Lend Might
POWERS Warlord at-will 1: Wolf Pack Tactics Warlord at-will 1: Commander’s Strike Warlord encounter 1: Warlord’s Favor (retrained to Leaf on the Wind at Level 3) Warlord daily 1: White Raven Onslaught Warlord utility 2: Knight’s Move Warlord encounter 3: Steel Monsoon Warlord daily 5: Scent of Victory Warlord utility 6: Guileful Switch Warlord encounter 7: Surprise Attack
ITEMS Dagger (2), Crossbow, Crossbow Bolts (20), Magic Longsword +2, Glaive, Rations, Trail (10), Magic Hide Armor +2 ====== Copy to Clipboard and Press the Import Button on the Summary Tab ======
Tirrigeth is six feet tall, with solid muscles and a serious but not unattractive face. Her skin is dark, marred occasionally by scars from past battles. Her long hair is an unusual dark purple, another sign of her infernal heritage. Her eyes, intense and alien, are a solid, bright gold. She favors a large, military greatcoat over simple hide armor and a plain, functional longsword. She is otherwise mostly human, though upon closer inspection you may notice her pointed teeth and claw-like nails. Unlike most tieflings, she does not have a tail. This is most likely due to her human mother.
In typical situations, Tirrigeth is reserved and stoic. She doesn’t talk more than she needs to and doesn’t typically volunteer information about herself. However, in combat situations she immediately takes command and is self-assured of her own abilities. She isn’t necessarily awkward in social situations; she just doesn’t do anything unnecessary. She gives out compliments and trust sparingly, but that is what makes her regard so valuable. Once given, she trusts implicitly. She takes betrayal very hard.
Tirrigeth was born to the noble house of Rallanir. Though her mother was a pure human, Tirrigeth was the result of an unwise fling with a traveling tiefling mercenary. Her mother, the Lady Marcana, saw her as a constant reminder of her shame, while her step father, Lord Azius, ignored her entirely. As a young girl Tirrigeth was a bit wild and enjoyed climbing a tree in the family garden in order to get over the wall and escape into the city for the day. There she played with the street urchins, who delighted in her strange features instead of reviling her for them.
On one of these excursions, Tirrigeth was caught by the city watch stealing bread. The country was not so far past the Great Drought that stealing was well forgiven – those caught usually lost a hand. To her surprise, her step father interceded on her behalf. He arrived at the frightening city prison and pulled her home, holding her by the hand the whole way. When they arrived at their family home, he held her firmly by the shoulders before him and stared at her sternly for a few minutes without speaking. Then, looking straight into her strange, golden eyes, he said very clearly, “I will not allow you to dishonor our house in this way. You clearly need direction, and an outlet for your demonic tendencies. What happened today was my fault for allowing you to behave as I have. But make no mistake,” he leaned close. “If this happens again, I will not come for you. I will cut off the shame of my family as surely as that punisher cuts off your hand, and you will be free to live on the streets permanently, maimed and disgraced.”
Shaken, Tirrigeth could do nothing but nod mutely. Satisfied, her father stood and left her. But every day thereafter, she had lessons, from her father or from hired tutors. She learned everything from history, to religion, to swordplay. Tirrigeth’s mother despised her for the attention she got from her father. But they had no other children, and though she was not blood of his blood, her father had found an apt pupil in Tirrigeth. And she had learned the profound happiness that can be found by impressing someone you respected. She threw herself into her studies, no longer caring that her tutors looked at her with barely-disguised revulsion. And, for their part, they soon learned that young Tirrigeth was a worthy pupil and a good woman.
Things were looking up for Tirrigeth, until she began to mature into an adult. With her maturity came terrible nightmares. In these nightmares, she wandered the twisted, burning landscape of the Nine Hells, supervising and carrying out horrible tortures for those lost souls held in that plane. And worst of all, she delighted in it. When she woke, it would take several minutes for the feeling of intense joy to fade, for her to banish the feral grin from her face. These dreams terrified her, because they revealed a terrible darkness in her soul. She didn’t know what to do – she knew no other tieflings to talk to about the dreams, and was afraid that anyone she told would accuse her, perhaps rightly, of being insane, or evil, or both. Finally, she sought solace in religion. She found that if, after having a nightmare, she prayed to Pelor, a warm, calm feeling would suffuse her, and the feral glee would dissipate much faster. She began devoting a portion of each day to prayer, and sought to follow Pelor’s precepts in all things.
Tirrigeth’s father, Azius Rallinir, soon saw that she had a natural gift for swordplay, and was smart enough to make a great officer. On her eighteenth birthday, he presented her with a military commission. Tirrigeth was delighted, and so her military career began.
Tirrigeth threw herself into her training with the same single-minded determination that she had with her lessons. Her training mates found out very quickly that there was more to her than her strong body and natural tiefling fighting ability – Tirrigeth had a cunning mind for strategy and tactics. After a particularly clever training victory in which she used a rockfall to cut off pursuit, she earned the unlikely nickname “Landslide”.
After completing her training, Tirrigeth and her squad were posted as border guards. They conducted themselves well during an attack by wildlings, and earned the praise of their superiors. But it was not to last.
Soon after being stationed, Tirrigeth was called home to deal with a family emergency. Her summons said nothing other than she was to return home immediately, and it bore the Rallinir seal.
She arrived to find her house in chaos. Her mother sat weeping on the couch and refused to speak to her, shying away at her attempts to get any kind of information about the situation. Grabbing a passing servant, Tirrigeth demanded to see her father. With great sympathy, the servant informed her that Lord Azius had been murdered. Tirrigeth stared uncomprehending as he continued to explain: Lady Marcana’s lover, and Tirrigeth’s blood father, had returned to the house in a drunken rage and demanded to see Marcana. When Lord Azius refused to allow him into the house, the drunken warrior drew a knife and stabbed him. The tiefling didn’t get far, however, and was currently being held in the city jail. Tirrigeth simply nodded mutely at the news, unable to speak.
Finally, after standing there for several minutes, Tirrigeth turned to leave the house. Without her father, it was an empty place, just as it had been when she was a child. She looked back once at her mother. The stricken woman lifted her eyes and stared at her daughter, and nothing but hatred filled that gaze. Tirrigeth simply nodded, turned, and walked out of the house for the last time.
She wandered aimlessly for a while, but she knew where her feet were taking her. When she came out of her reverie, she was unsurprised to find herself outside of the city jail. Taking a deep breath, she went inside.
It wasn’t hard to find the tiefling’s cell – most of the other occupants were human. When she reached his cell, she stopped. They stared at eachother for a while, each taking the other in. He was a scruffy man, with dirty and torn traveling clothes, one horn chipped from a past battle, and the stench of ale about him. As she stared, he threw back his head and laughed – a long, fierce laugh.
“Why did you do it?” Tirrigeth demanded in a fierce, strained voice, ignoring his laughter. “You haven’t cared about me or my mother for twenty years. Why would you care now?”
The tiefling’s grin widened. He leaned close, gripping the bars of the cell. Tirrigeth could smell the stench of his breath, but she didn’t flinch away. “Because,” he whispered, his glowing golden eyes staring into hers. “Because Asmodeous called me to task for abandoning you here. He has plans for you, daughter. You must know. You hear his call, too. You are blood of my blood.”
For a moment, a shock of fear flooded through her. He spoke of the nightmares, she knew. But her heart had been grievously wounded that day, and the fear was soon replaced by a rage more powerful than any she had ever felt. She reached forward and gripped the tiefling’s face in a clawed hand, her nails digging into his skin. “My father died by your hand. You are nothing but a common vagrant. You and I share NOTHING.”
Blood trickled out of the tiefling’s mouth, and his eyes grew wide. She released him, and he stumbled backward, staring dumbly at the knife in his chest, before tumbling to the ground.
She turned and strode purposefully out of the jail, and then out of the city. They would call what she had done murder, she knew that. And in her heart, she knew it to be true. But she could summon no remorse for the deed. She could not have suffered that monster to live for even a minute longer. His words haunted her as she wandered, and a slow-burning desire began to grow in her – to hunt down and to kill followers of Asmodeous, wherever they might reside.
DM Questions:1. What life style were you raised in. Why kind of location (city, town, the woods, etc…)
Tirrigeth was born and raised in a city, and lived as a noble for all of her young life. Except for her youthful forays into the city streets, which ended around age seven, she was not well socialized as a child and as a result has become a somewhat quiet and reserved adult. Most of her interactions as a youth were between servants or tutors, and most of them were at best nervous around her due to her infernal heritage. However, her noble upbringing brought her a fine knowledge of history, diplomacy, and religion.
2. What tragic events have befallen your young life?
In addition to facing persecution due to her tiefling heritage, Tirrigeth suffered the loss of her stepfather, who was the first adult to respect and even love her during her childhood, at the age of twenty. This was an extremely traumatic event for Tirrigeth, and caused her to abandon what was promising to be a bright military career in order to hunt down followers of Asmodeous, who she believes to be responsible (at least indirectly) for her father’s death.
3. Where/how did you get your training?
Tirrigeth was initially taught swordplay and history by her father, and had other tutors for religion and etiquette. She entered into the military at age eighteen and was trained as an officer there, honing her leadership capabilities.
4. What are motivators that drive the character forward?
Tirrigeth has two strong motivators which urge her to hunt down devils and servants of Asmodeous. The first is simple, that she believes them to be at least indirectly responsible for the death of her stepfather Azius Rallinir. The second is more complex and very personal. She greatly fears her nightmares of the nine hells and what they reveal about her soul, and seeks constantly to purify herself of the taint of her devil blood, both through religious prayer and by hunting down and destroying devils. She feels that by destroying other devils, she is proving, to herself and to others, that she does not serve them and is not like them.
5. What motivations do you have to working with a party?
Tirrigeth was trained to be part of a unit. It is much more natural for her to act in a group than it is for her to wander alone as she has been. If the opportunity to work with others arises, she will take it gladly. This doesn’t mean she is particularly sociable, but in combat, she does her utmost to make sure a group moves together like a well-oiled machine.
6. What are some common phrases she'll say?
Though raised in a noble house, Tirrigeth often escaped into the city at her most impressionable age. There she learned many low-born curse-words which sound disjointed against her noble speech. However, Tirrigeth is most characterized by saying much while saying little.
7. What are some themes or story opportunities you want to explore with her?
Based on her blood-father’s words, Asmodeous may have some strange, unknown plan for Tirrigeth in the future. It may be that what he has done thus far is simply manipulation and that, all unwittingly, she will end up doing his bidding in the end. Or his approach may be more direct, with open offers of a place in his following or her. Regardless, it seems likely that his servants will make trouble for Tirrigeth in the future. Especially if she keeps seeking them out and killing them.
There are a few other loose ends in her past which may make themselves known as the campaign moves forward. This includes her embittered mother, who blames Tirrigeth, her father, and herself for her unhappy past, and is still in charge of the House of Rallinir in Tirrigeth’s home town. Additionally, Tirrigeth’s old comrades in the army may not know what happened to her, and could show up at some point in the story and be shocked to see old “Landslide” alive and well.
8. What does she dream of becoming one day?
Tirrigeth’s most pressing concern right now is one of vengeance against devils. However, she still cares greatly about her father’s noble house. Though she has no love for her mother, she also does not wish her ill, and would like to serve her father’s memory well by bringing glory to her house. Unfortunately, though she can’t be sure having never returned to her hometown, it’s likely that her mother has disowned her in her absence.