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Name: Modjan Ravensblight
Class: Fighter
Race: Human, Westmarch
Size: Medium
Gender: Male
Alignment: NG
Deity: Old Religion (Njord)
Str: 20(18) +5 (XXp.) Level: 10 XP: XXXX
Dex: 16 +3 (XXp.) BAB: +10/+5 HP: 105 (10d10+30)
Con: 16 +3 (XXp.) Grapple: +10 Dmg Red: XX/XXXX
Int: 14 +2 (XXp.) Speed: 30' Spell Res: XX
Wis: 14 +2 (XXp.) Init: +3 Spell Save: +X
Cha: 11 +0 (XXp.) ACP: -0 Spell Fail: XX%
Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total
Armor: 10 +7 +x +3 +X +X +1 21
Armor: 10 +7 +3 +3 +X +X +1 24 (w/ shield)
Touch: 14 Flatfooted: 18
Base Mod Misc Total
Fort: 7 +3 +10
Ref: 3 +3 +6
Will: 3 +2 +5
Weapon Attack Damage Critical
Longspear +17/+12 1d8+11 20x3
Crit (1d8+11)X3 +2d10+2d8
Shortsword +16/+11 1d6+10 19-20x2
Shortbow, Comp +14/+9 1d6+3 20x3
Rapid Shot +12/+12/+7 1d6+3 20x3
Languages: Trade Language, Northern Gaullic, Old Toungue, Southern Gaullic, Northern Illum.
Abilities: XXXX
Feats: Simple and Martial Weapons, All Armors and Shields, Weapon Focus (longspear), Power Attack, Cleave,
Combat Reflexes, Combat Expertise, Improved Trip, Weapon Specilization (longspear), Point Blank Shot, Rapid Shot, Weapon Focus (shortsword), Weapon Specialization (Shortsword)
Skill Points: 55 Max Ranks: 11/5
Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total
Climb 5 +4 +9 (+11 with a rope)
Intimidate 10 +0 +10
Jump 5 +4 +0 +9
Kn: Geography cc 5 +2 +7
Profession (Sailor)cc 5 +2 +7
Ride 4 +3 +7
Swim 7 +4 +11
Use Rope cc 5 +3 +8
Equipment: Cost Weight
Mithral breastplate +2 8,350gp XXlb
Large darkwood shield +1 1,257gp XXlb
Darkwood Longspear +2 8,395gp XXlb
Shocking burst, thundering
Shortsword +1 2,310gp
Shortbow Comp (Mighty+2) +1 2,525gp XXlb
20 arrows w/ quiver
Gauntet's of Orge Stength 4,000gp
Ring of Protection +1 2,000gp
3x Potions of Cure Moderate Wounds 900gp
Backpack
10 days of iron rations
Rope
woolen cloak
bedroll
30 gp
Total Weight:XXlb Money: 27,000gp XXsp XXcp
Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push
Max Weight: XXX XXX XXX XXX XXX
Age: 32
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 220lb
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blond
Skin: Fair
Appearance: Modjan is a large man, with the fair complexion that identifies him as a Westmarcher right away. He has broad shoulders and is heavily muscled, but walks with the lightness of a sailor. The brashness of youth has left him and his face carries a full beard. He is in the primes of manhood, the inexperiance of youth is gone, and the weight of age does not yet press upon him. Canny green eyes peer out, and can scan a field of battle in a heartbeat. Yet, once in a tavern his stern vissage is gone as if by magic, replaced with a smile as big as the sea. he loves to sit and tell and listen to stories, especially of the old gods, and of other lands. His hearty laugh is heard rooms away, but if you face him across the battlefield, few can satnd to stare at those eyes. Here is not a shieldbiter, who whips himself into a frenzy, but a calculating warrior who simple fights hard and refuses to lose.
Background: Modjan Ravensblightwas the thrird son of a stout family of farmers that lived up the fjord from the small fishing village of Njordfath, in a northern area of the Mestmarch. Growing rye and barely, with a few sheep, goats and pigs they lived a simple life. Most of the villagers were fishermen and most boys learned to sail and haul in a net early on. Modjan helped out on his family's farm, but he always loved to go down and listen to the atories of the fishermen. He loved to hear tales of the sea, of raiding and of war. Being the third son farming wasn't going to be his future anyway. As soon as he was able he join the crew of a merchant's ship and sailed to sea. He enjoyed seeig new places and cultures and picked up a few other languages along the way. One thing that took him by surpirse was the Light and it's strength. Modjan had grown up in the old ways as the entire village had, worshipping the Gods, especially Njord who watches over all the sailors and fishermen. So Modjan had a few early learning experiances with the Light, ones he was lucky to escape with his freedom and life from. He know refers to "Saint" Njord when out of his home village. Much like the other Westmarchers, he has learned to adapt to the southern's ways, and at least speak in a manner that doesn't draw attention to his beliefs. It wasn't long though before war broke out, as it always does in the Four Lands. Modjan was aboard the merchant cutter
Wave Dragon when she was made a privateer for the Marches. Being a burly lad (although at this point he was young man) from his farm days, he was assigned to the newly formed ships marines. Modjan hadn't really fought much before, just the wolves that wopuld come down during winter and the occaisonal mountain troll. But all the villagers would turn out for those. Fortunately, they did not see too much action early on and there was Olaf. Olaf was the first mate on the
Dragon and had served in many wars for the Westmarch on land. He took Modjan under his wing and whipped him into fighting shape pretty quickly. Modjan was a quick learner and with his size and hearty build from the farm as well as nimble feet from years of sailing, he turned into a very adept warrior quickly.
Modjan found the life of amarine exciting. He excelled in combat, he became skilled with many weapons and was the first over the side. The
Wave Dragon was a very successful ship and won commendations among the fleet. The war did not last forever though, as thankfully they didn't. Modjan had a taste for war now though and being a simple sailor wasn't enough. He went back to the quaint village of Njorthfath for a bit. He visited his family and friends. Things didn't change in that small, remote fjord though. This time it was Modjan who was telling the stories in the tavern, small children listeing to him tell of far off lands, exciting battles and other adventures. But village life did not suit him. He thought briefly of buying a farm (he had amde a good living through spoils as a marine) and taking a wife. There were many young women who did not hide their desire who a wealthy and exciting husband. But war had bitten Modjan, and bidding his family goodbye, he set out again. This time to the army.
War is never far away, especially in the Borderland lands. And a man who knows his way around a spear is always in demand. So Modjan found himself on patrols in the Brotherhood along the border with the northlands. He spent four long years there on the border. As much as he had learned from Olaf, it was barely enough to keep him alive here. But Modjan trusted to Njord and especially these days to Tyr and Thor. The Brotherood is a tough group, but you learn fast or you die. Modjan did learn fast and picked up many of the tricks the Brotherhood used. He emerged from the border a crafty warrior, but he had become harder as well. The border changes a man. Modjan was successful on the border. He was no noble though and would never lead and large company of men in the army, though he was put in charge of patrols often.
But Modjan's heart was at sea. He grew up always in sight of the blue waters of the fjord and that was where Njord wanted him to be. So Modjan left the border to rejoin the marines in the next war. By the time this war ended Modjan was one of the most experianced marine in the fleet, and he often found himself training young sailors fresh off the farm. But with war ended Modjan went looking for more excitment. He wandered the southern lands for a bit, but soon found himself aboard
The Retribution, sailing back towards home. Njord had always been kind toward him Modjan thought with a smile. So he stands on borad the ship, not a noble, or a commander. He is simple a warior. One of the many who have served along the borders. 10 years of nearly constant warfare have toughened him up. He is a verteran who doesn't shirk at combat, who trusts to his arm and weapon and has stared death in the eye enough to not blink anymore. Yet Modjan isn't a fool, he knows enough of war to know when to runand when to stand and fight.
Over the course of his long years, Modjan has acquired a collection of fine weapons. Some were bought, some traded for and some taken in war or privateering.
He was given a beautiful breastplate made of elven silver by one of the last captains he served under as captain of the marines. It was a beautiful piece of work and Modjan had an artist etch sea scenes in it along with Njord symbols. It was so light, even though it was metal that it weighed no more than the leather worn by sailors, so Modjan was safe to wear it on the ship. he renamed it Njord's Faith.
One day while on patrol with the Brotherhood, Modjan became seperated from the rest of his group. He soon found himself wandering the Deadlands. While there he wandered into some hills, and came across a large cave. Drawn into it by a desire he did not understand, Modjan found himslef face to face with a giant. Being a follower of the Asgardians, he immediately drew his weapon. But the giant just laughed. "You have no need of those my friend" he boomed out. Modjan had found the home of the jotun druid Lurthuin. Modjan apologized, here was a preist of the old ways and, giant or no, should be respected and not attacked within his own home. For Lurthuin was a worshipper of of the Asgardians as well, and was not evil. Lurthuin gave Modjan a pair of gifts for his wisdom to not attack him. Gifts to help keep a follower of the old ways safe. He gave him a spear made from a strange ebony wood. Along with this was a shield made from the same wood with a boar on the shield. Modjan thanks the giant and took the boar as his symbol. The shield he named Boarhide and the spear he named Sky Lightning of the Allfather because Lurthuin taught him secret runes that would make the spear crackle with lightnign and boom with thunder. "The power and might of nature is within your hand now, young Modjan" said Lurthuin, "use it well and may we meet again upon the plains of Gladshiem".
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