Kilthos Cambrie

An invoker of Pelor's word with a haunted past


Kilthos Cambrie, level 2

Race:Human, Invoker|Warlock

Hybrid Talent: Warlock Pact Boon

Covenant Manifestation: Manifestation of Wrath

Hybrid Invoker: Hybrid Invoker Reflex

Eldritch Pact (Hybrid): Infernal Pact (Hybrid)

Hybrid Warlock: Hybrid Warlock Will

Background: On the Run from the Devil (On the Run from the Devil Benefit)

FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 8, Con 18, Dex 10, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 12.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 8, Con 16, Dex 10, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 12.

AC: 14 Fort: 16* Reflex:* 14 Will: 16

HP: 33 Surges: 10 Surge Value: 8


Streetwise +7, Religion +7, Perception +10, Bluff +8


Acrobatics +1, Arcana +2, Diplomacy +2, Dungeoneering +4, Endurance +5, Heal +4, History +2, Insight +4, Intimidate +2, Nature +4, Stealth +1, Thievery +1, Athletics


Human: Hybrid Talent Level 1: Implement Expertise (rod) (retrained to Focused Expertise (Quarterstaff) at Level 2)

Level 2: Weapon Focus (Staff)


Bonus At-Will Power: Sun Strike

Hybrid Invoker at-will 1: Astral Wind

Hybrid Warlock at-will 1: Hellish Rebuke

Hybrid encounter 1: Thunder of Judgment

Hybrid daily 1: Tyranny of Flame

Hybrid utility 2: Ethereal Stride


Leather Armor, Adventurer’s Kit, Dagger, Holy Symbol, Boon of the Raven Queen, Sunrod (2), Disguise Kit, Quarterstaff


Appearance: Kilthos is slim but very resilient. Many underestimate him in this regard. He otherwise looks rather ordinary. He has slick black hair he often wears in a short ponytail and a well trimmed black goatee. He his skin is now fair although in his youth it was tan from growing up on the streets of Oceanport.

Age: 26

Height: 5’10

Weight: 155lbs

Kilthos’ Background History

Kilthos Cambre was once nothing more than a street urchin thief. At the age of 7 his parents were brutally murdered in their home while they slept. Kilthos had been awake in the midnight hours pouring over an old book in the candle. From his room he saw the murderers and ran out of the house never looking back. It had turned out a local drug lord had put out a hit on a snitch and had mistakenly given the hit men the wrong address. In the rough streets of Oceanport, on the island of Arkainia, mistakes like that seemed to happen all the time.

Kilthos grew up on the streets using his wits to survive. Growing up on the dirty streets of the slum district was trying and filled with peril but it brought out a resilience Kilthos wouldn’t have realized otherwise. He scraped by a uchin in the know who had contacts all over the city but no real power beyond that. The burning flame that kept him going was only that of revenge. So great was his lust for vengeance that his cries for retribution where heard by the vilest of creatures, a demon. Not just any demon, but an Unbound Balor named Zur’ Scythian.

The wicked creature felt power in the soul of Kilthos but saw even more potential. Kilthos was a rare scion in the world of mortals and Zur’Scythian knew he could get more out of Kilthos’ soul. He planned to show Kilthos how to commune with ancient vestiges, beings of awesome power that were seemingly no more. In doing so Kilthos could grow in power until such time when Zur’Scythian could consume his soul and use it to open a gateway from the abyss into the world. Unwittingly, Kilthos made this unholy vestige pact with Zur’Scythian to seek revenge on those who caused his parents undoing.

The agony of pact was more than what most mortals could stand. Only a scion of sheer endurance and determination would withstand it. As the demonic knowledge flooded into his mind Kilthos felt a power overcome him the likes of which he’d never before imagined. With the knowledge of demonkind his mere utterances could damn creatures to the abyss. It left him feeling as though he was an unstoppable force hatred.

After searching for some time in the city he found the men responsible for his parents’ demise and was determined to put an end to their lives. Needless to say what transpired could only be described as a massacre. In his rage Kilthos slayed every living person on the premise of the warehouse that served as the drug lords hideout. Hurling bolts of infernal flame with reckless abandon Kilthos had his vengeance. However when it was all said and done he stood over the bodies of the men who had murdered his parents nearly two decades ago and was not appeased. Gone was the vengeance and bloodlust only to be replaced by loss and sorrow. It was then Kilthos had a vision unlike any he had seen before. Around the neck of one of the dead bodies before Kilthos was an amulet to the sun god Pelor. It was then Kilthos realized the errors of his ways and made a new vow to follow the teachings of the sun god rather than the vengeance that had seeded itself in his heart for so long.

Days later Kilthos came to fully learn what the Unbound Balor had in store for him. Determined to bring himself up from the ashes he had sew and follow in the footsteps of the sun god, Kilthos severed the pact with Zur’Scythian and fled the island of Arkainia. Enraged, the Unbound Balor swore to Kilthos he would face the most agonizing of demises but the threats fell on deaf ears as Kilthos was nowhere to be found.

In the coming months Kilthos worked hard to go unnoticed wherever he went. He knew that although he had given up the demon’s dark gift the creature could still find him and collect his soul. By giving up the power of the pact however it had prevented the demon from being able to trace his whereabouts. Much to his surprise however Kilthos retained but a small fraction of his original power. He found he could still channel the demonic enegry within him a bring forth pillars of flame but nowhere near as devistating as to what he was capable of while back in Ocean port. Worried that he had condemmed his soul despite breaking the pact Kilthos fled further to a church of Pelor to seek guidence.

There he had a second vision given to him by the sun god, but this time is was a vision of things to come and things that must be done. He sought out the meaning of the visions he saw and took up study with the church serving in mundane chores from day to day making sure to keep his demonic powers secret. It wasn’t until his second year of study that he was visited by an agent of Zur’Scythian, an imp, looking for him in the most unlikely places. Kilthos panicked and brought down his hellish flames on the imp but it was not fazed. The creature was resistant to its own kind of powers. Without thinking Kilthos fell back on his long hours of study and research and called upon the Sun God’s name to utter a twisted curse of holy wrath upon the imp. Much to both of their surprises Pelor answered. In a streaking fury of radiant energy the imp was destroyed.

Kilthos’ parish of religious study found out of his past indiscretions and removed him from the church. His sins were unforgivable. However, before his dismissal the head priest of the order of the Piercing Light told him that he had truly been blessed by Pelor on the day the imp came for him. The head priest told him that his destiny lie with greater deeds then studying in a church, but to take the righteous fury that is Pelor’s light and thrust it into the darkness of the world and remove the corruption and evil that lurks within.

So with that Kilthos was forced to flee yet again, this time far to the south. He decided upon the a remote island called Seldwick. There his story would begin as he set out to carry the light of Pelor into the darkness of the world and undo its evils and with it, eventually, the wretched Zur’Scythian.

Kilthos Cambrie

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