Kordek Bloodletter


Kordek Bloodletter, level 1
Dwarf, Battlemind
Build: Resilient Battlemind
Psionic Study: Battle Resilience
Background: Surgeon (+2 to Heal)

Str 10, Con 19, Dex 10, Int 8, Wis 18, Cha 11.

Str 10, Con 16, Dex 13, Int 8, Wis 16, Cha 11.

AC: 19 Fort: 14 Reflex: 13 Will: 16
HP: 33 Surges: 13 Surge Value: 8

Insight +9, Heal +11, Endurance +9

Acrobatics -2, Arcana -1, Bluff +1, Diplomacy +1, Dungeoneering +6, History -1, Intimidate +1, Nature +4, Perception +4, Religion -1, Stealth -2, Streetwise +1, Thievery -2, Athletics -2

Level 1: Melee Training (Constitution)

Battlemind at-will 1: Conductive Defense
Battlemind at-will 1: Iron Fist
Battlemind daily 1: Aspect of Elevated Harmony

Adventurer’s Kit, Heavy Shield, Scale Armor, Warhammer, Throwing hammer (2)


Kordek Bloodletter is a surgeon in the City of Korvosa. Career paths that Dwarfs normally excel where never part of his destiny. Considered small by Dwarf standards and a wavering faith prevented his accent into the martial and divine arts, leading him down a more mundane path. His nimble fingers and keen knowledge lending perfectly to the medical field. Married to the daughter whose family was prominent in the City of Korvosa and the father of two, Korbek never sought excitement of any kind. But that all changed one night when the skein of fate became tangled and the lives of strangers intertwined in an event that was never suppose to happen. The following excerpts are from Kordek’s court testimony and his personal journal.

Life was simple once, benign, complete and blessed by Mordin, or so I thought. So happy to spend eternity with my beautiful Lanshara, and raising my two children Korben and Denshara. They were my world. It all changed that night.

… I changed. Who would have thought it would be this way?

…Lanshara had set out to visit with her family, taking the children to see their relations, but if not for the chance storm, would not have been home that night. If not for the same storm, I would have been home, someone would have been there; the flash floods injured and killed many caught in its wake. Lanshara and the children returned home only to find it ransacked, the thieves grabbed them almost immediately, her calls for help muted by the waning storm. I returned a short while later, seeing the lights in the windows, elated that my family had found safe journey back, for I knew that travel was virtually impossible. As soon as I entered, I knew something was wrong.

…I awoke shortly, the floor was slippery with blood, I struggled to sit up, made more difficult because I was bound. As I looked around I saw them; the bodies of my family. I prayed to the gods, to Mordin, but… nothing. That’s when I hear the voices. “He’s up, now you can tell us where all of it is.”. I never turned to look at the person, I was fixated on my family. I struggled to stand, I could tell their lives were rapidly diminishing, I may be able to save them and there is little time! “Answer me!” the same voice erupted. Noticing where my attention was, he said “or your fate shall be the same.”. That’s when I knew that my prayers fell on deaf ears. As I got to my feet, I saw the two of them; a human and a tiefling. Then I noticed a drow laying unconscious near them. The human grabbed me by the throat and pushed me up against the wall, lifting me off the floor. A sense of urgency welled up in me, it awoken something in me, I could feel it getting stronger with my rage. “Let me go.” I was able to mutter. That’s when he threw me into a heap on the floor and I slid into the bodies of my loved ones. Face to face with them, I knew that there was nothing I could do to save them. Rage coursed through my body, unleashing a pulse of power that felt like my head exploded. I stood up easily, somehow my bonds were broken and my captives were flat on their backs…They were on me quickly however, trying to make quick work of me with their daggers, but I felt nothing, as if I was resistant to their blows. I grabbed a mallet, left while doing household chores earlier that day, and turned on the two, each blow crackled with energy as I reigned down strike after strike until both laid at me feet. I quickly tried to save my family, but as I had thought, I was too late. I bound the unconscious drow and sent my neighbor for the City Guard. I was going to find answers, answers to the needless lives that were taken and who was responsible. As the guard arrived the drow regained partial consciousness, “I tried to stop them” he whispered as they took him away “Gaedren you’ll pay for your treachery”. Perhaps this drow can lead me to the answers I seek, I need for revenge.

…Five years have passed but my memory has not. I have worked hard at training myself, perfecting the power that awakened in me that night. I have spent my life’s work on my training and on trying to free the young drow, Theren from the dungeons, so that he could lead me to Gaedren. I have tried, only to be thwarted at all avenues. Perhaps those who know his inner circle know how to get to him.

Kordek Bloodletter

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