Khalil ibn Azrak "The Blue Lion"

Rebellious hobgoblin looking for something to believe in.

Description:

Hobgoblin
1 Bard/4 Sha’ir

STR: 12
DEX: 16
CON: 14
INT: 14
WIS: 14
CHA: 20

HP: 38
AC: 15 (Studded Leather + DEX mod)

Age: 23
Alignment: Unaligned
Size: Medium
Speed: 30 ft.

Languages: Midani (Common), Goblin, Ignan, Ajami-speak

Proficiency Bonus: +3
Saving throws: Dexterity, Charisma. Immune to sleep, advantage on Charm.
Skills: Deception, Persuasion, History, Stealth, Arcana, Insight. Athletics
Tools: Sittar, Storytelling, Disguise Kit, Forgery Kit

Equipment:

Attacks_:

  • Rapier +6, 1d8 + 3 piercing
  • Light crossbow, +6, 1d8 + 3 piercing 80/320
  • Staff +6, d8 +3 blunt
    *Eldritch Blast, +8 2 attacks, 1d10 + 8 force damage, 120

Spells Known
Cantrips: Eldritch Blast, Friends, Mage Hand, Mending, Minor Illusion, Vicious Mockery

1st: Burning Hands, Charm Person, Create Water, Dissonant Whisper, Evil Eye (Hex), Faerie Fire, Healing Word, Heroism, Protection from Good and Evil
2nd: Scorching Ray, Levitate, Suggestion
Anger of La’Shul (adds Cha mod to Eldritch Blast), Mask of Many Faces (Disguise Self at Will), Misty Visions (Silent Image at Will)

Spell slots: 2/day +2/short rest

Bardic Inspiration – 4x day, +1d6

Background

Criminal

  • Defining Event:The betrayal of the mamluks kindled a desire for revenge.
  • Feature: Criminal Contacts – I’m a member of The Scoured, and know other various scuzzballs
  • Personality Trait: I was said to be destined for greatness… it seems to be taking its time.
  • Ideal: People lost hope during the war – perhaps I did as well. That needs to change.
  • Bond: The Scoured have become a second family to me, and we stand united.
  • Flaw: The wrong side won, and I don’t care who knows.
    Fortune and fame WILL be mine.
Bio:

Khalil bin Rahim was born to a wealthy hobgoblin merchant family in Maluk. From his birth, it is said he was thrice blessed. For was he not the first son, destined to inherit his father’s fortune? Was he not born with a caul covering his face, designating a magic talent rare among his kind? And on top of that, was he not born with skin od midnight hue, designating him as one of Magubliyet’s chosen? Any of those would be cause for celebration, all three surely meant the heavens themselves would take not of this child, or such it is said.

As a result, no expense was spared in the raising of the “young prince” as he was called by his family. The best tutors were brought in, to school him in mathematics, history, the arts, etiquette and to nurture his magical talent. However it was Mahad, an aged rawun storyteller ,who perhaps made the most impact, filling the impressionable boy’s head with tales of heroism and deeds of daring. From an early age, Khalil decided the life of a merchant was not to be his. Unfortunately he had no idea how right he was.

The War of Ash began when Khalil was but 14, brought about by none other than a band of heroes Khalil had idolized. To make matters worse, an ancient red dragon had been hiding in Maluk as a wizard named Mad Aja, and chose that moment to reveal himself and declare Maluk under his “protection”. The dragon was eventually slain, however entire sections of the city were reduced to ash.

The mamluks of Qudra responded quickly, marching to the neighboring city to restore order. The ranks of warriors marching into the city, perfectly sure of their duty and purpose, struck something in the young boy still reeling from the chaos all around him. They left the city months later. Khalil bid his sleeping family goodbye, and followed, determined to help end the war any way he could.

While he was not born of the mamluk orders, he worked hard in their ancilliary camp to make himself useful. Though too young to fight, his budding magic proved invaluable. Using illusions, he was able to project marching orders and battle formations into the air and to conceal missives. He worked his way up to be noticed by the great female dwarven commander, Hatit Abd al-Wajib, field commander of the Dutiful.

Khalil was accompanying the armies of the Dutiful and the Dauntless, when they took the rebel held city of Umara. All festivities were cut short when word came of the unthinkable. The caliph’s mamluks betrayed him at the battle of Hiyal, joining forces with the Vultures and Purists. Scarely able to comprehend such a decision, Hatit lead her forces to Qudra to meet with the heads of the mamluk orders while the Dauntless were left behind to hold down Umara.

At Qudra the worst was revealed. Six of the nine mamluk regiments had joined forces with the Shadow Caliph. Only the Dauntless, Dutiful and Studious, those reporting outside Qudra, were not completely infiltrated by Vultures and purists. Unwilling to join with treachery against the Grand Caliph, the Dauntless engaged in a brief skirmish before being overwhelmed by the rest of the mamluks.

As terrible as mamluk fighting mamluk was, this was not to be the end of the horrors. Akbara Abd Yahruq, leader of the Parched, demanded It was decided that an example would be made of the Dutiful. Hatit would be hanged for failing to recognize the glory of the “true” caliph, and her surrendering troops would be subject to decimation. The order was brought onto the field, and each drew stones from a bag. For every nine white stones, a tenth was black. The holders of the whitye stones were to beat the holders of the black stones to death, lest they themselves be murdered by the overseeing mamluks. While Khalil was spared death that day, he was not spared having to carry out the despicable act. All survivors were then given the opportunity to join a new mamluk order, or become city slaves of Qudra.

Khalil fled the city at first opportunity, stealing a horse and carrying word to the remainder of the Dutiful and the Dauntless in Umara. The head of the Dauntless, Kemil Abd al-Jasir, ordered they disband. As the mamluks were no longer an honorable organization, they would no longer be part of them. The survivors burned or cut away their facial tattoos and markings of rank, and began calling themselves The Scoured, operating pockets of resistance throughout the land. Khalil works with one such group outside Tajar, where he hopes to one day make Akbara pay for her crimes.

You may have noticed of the loyal mamluks, there were the Dauntless, the Dutiful and the Studious. You have heard the tragic tale of the Dutiful, who were loyal to the end. You have heard of the Dauntless, who strike back against the tyranny. But what of the Studious? My friend, the hour grows late, and that is a story for another day.

Khalil ibn Azrak "The Blue Lion"

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