The Rebirth of Nerathus
Jinn Arlos (Retired)
A young changling with questionable training in espionage.
Jinn Arlos, level 4 Changeling, Bard Bardic Virtue: Virtue of Cunning Background: Occupation – Infiltrator (+2 to Bluff)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 8, Con 12, Dex 12, Int 19, Wis 10, Cha 19.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 8, Con 12, Dex 12, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 16.
AC: 21 Fort: 14 Reflex: 19 Will: 19 HP: 39 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 9
TRAINED SKILLS Arcana +11, Diplomacy +11, Insight +9, Bluff +18, Streetwise +11
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics +5, Dungeoneering +5, Endurance +5, Heal +5, History +9, Intimidate +9, Nature +5, Perception +5, Religion +9, Stealth +5, Thievery +5, Athletics +3
FEATS Bard: Ritual Caster Level 1: Jack of All Trades Level 2: Focused Expertise (Longsword) Level 4: Skill Focus (Bluff)
POWERS Bard at-will 1: Vicious Mockery Bard at-will 1: Guiding Strike Bard encounter 1: Blunder Bard daily 1: Stirring Shout Bard utility 2: Canon of Avoidance Bard encounter 3: Cunning Ferocity
ITEMS Ritual Book, Light Shield, Adventurer’s Kit, Fine Clothing, Lute, Thieves’ Tools, Echoing Songblade Longsword +1, Breaching Hide Armor +1, Amulet of Protection +1, Bag of Holding (heroic tier), Potion of Healing (heroic tier) (2), Nail of Sealing (heroic tier) (2), Disguise Kit, Harp, Flute, Wine, Bottle, Lockburst Chalk (level 4), Tethercord (level 3) (2)
Jinn was born a street urchin in the city of Barthos, he had no memories of his parents though to him the streets of the city were all the parenting he ever needed, he learned quickly that people did not react well to him in his natural form. They would call him a wraith because of his pale complexion and hair. He soon realized he could look like everyone else. Taking the form of a human child Jinn pressed forward, finding that he had a talent for influencing others, as a child he would beg and as he grew he would take odd jobs for pay or just for a place to stay. It wasn’t the best life but Jinn picked up on things very quickly and people were always happy to help him out saying he had an honest face.
Around the time Jinn was twelve he was captured by men working for a criminal lord named Darius Slate, somehow this man had figured out what he really was. Slate was not a man to cross, they say his heart was as cold as the stone he was named for; he was a human who made his name through deception and disappearances. Men and women would just disappear if he so wished it. The city of Bathos was all but run by this man, and now Jinn was in his hands. Slate began to teach Jinn an innumerable amount of things he barely understood. In the years to come he would learn all the mannerism of high society, business, how to entertain, seduce, make conversation, and most importantly lie. If he slipped up once it would be combat training and Slate was no amateur with a blade. One session would leave Jinn bloody and bruised to near death; lucky for him he very quickly became adept at all the things Slate wanted him to learn. By sixteen he was being used as an operative for Slate, sent to social gatherings with the intent of gathering information or just getting close to certain families. At times he would forget that it was all a lie and that he wasn’t the son of a lord, Jinn often hoped he would meet his real parents and maybe he was the son of a lord. He could live this life without all the deceit.
Jinn was now seventeen and beginning another mission, Slate had been acting the part of family friend to a local lord who had recently become very successful somehow, after the death of his wife, Lord Roane had made some investments in darkwood. After acquiring what he need Slate poisoned Roane and the official report says he died of natural causes. Jinn was to court Roane’s only daughter and find out if she suspected any type of foul play in her father’s death that could come back to Slate. Jinn did not like the sounds of it, something had been changing Jinn was having a harder time reverting back from his human form. He was also beginning to see things differently he had lead to the downfalls and deaths of several people, now what he had done seemed wrong to him. Slate had told him his kind were cold and calculating months ago he would have agreed, but now something had changed.
Mia Roane was young at the age of fifteen but in no terms unattractive, she was graceful as a dancer and stubborn as an ass. In the month Jinn had been courting her he realized that she knew her father did not die of natural causes. He also knew Slate would kill her if he knew, so he had been spending time trying to convince her that it was just her father’s time to go. This was the first person Jinn would have ever considered a friend and if situations were different maybe they would have been married, he was not prepared to let her die. Jinn had established a few contacts and resources that were not controlled by Slate, he had planned to use them to get away from Barthos himself but now he would use them to get Mia away from Slate. Jinn explained to Mia what had happened to her father and it took all his strength to keep her from storming through the streets screaming for Slate. Jinn sent Mia to Trapper’s Haven where he someday hoped to meet her; there he knew Slate had no power.
The next day Jinn was meeting Slate for the full report of his work, but as soon as he opened the door to Slates quarters he knew something was wrong, the smell of blood in the air perhaps. The door swung open and Mia’s lifeless corpse was sprawled across the floor. Shock, fear, and anger all rushed through Jinn as he meet Slates gaze sitting in his desk chair as if nothing was wrong. “The girl was trying to leave the city I figured it was better that she not make it, I don’t blame you she seemed to be very resourceful she almost got out without my notice, bad luck I would say”. Something erupted in Jinn he let out a piercing scream arcane magic infused in the very sound as it crashed over Slate tossing him out of his chair and into the wall behind. Slate began to laugh to himself “well well that was unexpected, so it is as I feared you were the one behind her attempted escape, the damn human blood in you must be getting the best of you”. A bewildered look crossed Jinn’s face though the anger and anguish. “O yes Jinn your mother was human, but your father…” Slate gave pause and in seconds his features melted away leaving a tall pale skinned man with snow white hair “ was a changeling like yourself” Jinn couldn’t believe what he was hearing Slate his father, a human mother how was any of this possible he asked. “Changelings are very rare and even fewer with my interests in mind, so I found a way to create a changeling child with a human mother, the process is long and doesn’t always work, unfortunately your mother found out what I really am and ran with you, you were but a newborn when I found her, I brought you back to Barthos, put money in the right pockets and even a child won’t die if left on the streets, your mother unfortunately died…of natural causes” as the sarcasm dripped from his last few words Jinn could feel the arcane power swirling in his gut. Slate wouldn’t be caught off guard twice but now Jinn heard music a litany coursing though his mind and body soaked in arcane power he had never felt anything like this before. Jinn knew if he ever wanted to avenge Mia and his mother along with all those Slate had murdered he needed to get away. Jinn feigned a charge putting Slate on the defensive then turned on a heel and ran out of the door arcane magic speeding his step. He got to his room grabbed his bag that literally had all his possession and made his way through the complex. Changing his appearance to one of Slate’s men he was able to sneak out before Slate could put the place on total lockdown. Stealing a horse and riding hard straight out of the city Jinn had actually escaped, something he hadn’t thought possible.
In the next year and a half Jinn fled into a remote park of the Black Forest trying to regain control over his newly found powers and his emotions, he would need a clear mind if he ever planned to take Slate down. As time passed Jinn calmed and one fair day Jinn Arlos the traveling musician and adventurer stepped foot into the town of Trapper’s Haven.