Shane's character, a Monk. Calm, peaceful, and sneaky.


Galerza, level 3
Githzerai, Monk
Build: Centered Breath Monk
Monastic Tradition: Centered Breath
Background: Athlete, Recent Life – Peaceful Life, Occupation – Foe Killer, Parentage – Monk Business, Githzerai – War Band Survivor (+2 to Acrobatics)

Str 11, Con 10, Dex 20, Int 10, Wis 16, Cha 8.

Str 11, Con 10, Dex 18, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 8.

AC: 21 Fort: 14 Reflex: 18 Will: 16
HP: 32 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 8

Perception +9, Acrobatics +16, Stealth +11, Thievery +11

Arcana +1, Bluff, Diplomacy, Dungeoneering +4, Endurance +1, Heal +4, History +1, Insight +4, Intimidate, Nature +4, Religion +1, Streetwise, Athletics +3

Level 1: Deadly Draw
Level 2: Unarmored Agility

Monk at-will 1: Dancing Cobra
Monk at-will 1: Five Storms
Monk encounter 1: Open the Gate of Battle
Monk daily 1: Masterful Spiral
Monk utility 2: Harmonious Discipline
Monk encounter 3: Enduring Champion

Monk Unarmed Strike, Ki Focus, Cloak of Resistance +1, Abduction Ki Focus +1, Cloth Armor (Basic Clothing) of Sudden Recovery +1, Acrobat Boots (heroic tier)


I was born in Limbo, where my people have resided for many generations. As a child I was sent to a monastery and never met my parents. They were never spoken of to me, and my questions always went unanswered. Eventually I stopped asking.

While growing up, I was a thorn in my keepers side. I had a tendency to steal. It seemed that the things I wanted were always somehow hidden, locked away, or otherwise difficult to take. As I got older things I wanted, such as clean robes, powerful items, and delicious food, were more and more difficult to obtain. I struggled, but managed to take what I wanted under my masters noses. I became a pretty good thief.

When I was at the age where I was not quite a man and yet not quite a boy, I learned something that made much of my life clear. My masters told me that they were aware of all the things I had stolen over the years. They knew of my sneaking lurking ways. These tasks had been challenges, for I was being groomed for a particular task. I was to become a member of a squad of monks whose purpose was to perform stealth operations against our Githyanki enemies.

I was still too inexperienced to perform my necessary function, so I spent several years in intensive combat and stealth training. During this time my masters were brutal. If I failed I was beaten, starved, placed in isolation. I learned to be a fierce fighter… but I also learned to hate my masters and question their actions.

After a time I joined the small war party. Upon joining the party I was given my Ki you see on me today. It is a powerful ki that allows me to abduct individuals before they can even raise the alarm. It proved most handy. Those of us in the party were of different abilities but of the same monastary and with the same instructions. Seek out Githyanki camps that contained high value items or individuals, and either take the item, kill the individual, or simply wipe out the camp. We acted as an independent cell, never reporting nor being reported to.

This went on for some years. I grew weary. Worse, I grew to sympathize with the Githyanki. Not enough to betray my people, but enough to want an end to the fighting. One morning, without gusto or fanfare, I simply left my party.

I spent weeks cautiously moving from place to place, constantly alert for my bretheren come to kill me, lest I provide information or aid to the Githyanki, or reveal information about our stealth ops. However that eventuality never came. It seems my fellow fighters found me so unimportant as to not be worth searching for.

I wandered for several years, taking odd jobs to keep my belly occupied. Eventually I settled into a small home in the mountains outside of Winecrest. I started a small set of crops in order to be able to feed myself. As it is not possible to be entirely self-sufficient in this age, I occasionally snuck into the town of Winecrest to steal what I need. Often these items were tools. But I am not greedy, when finished with an item I would return it or donate it to another who was in need.


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