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[B]Name:[/B] Dartan Kelrof
[B]Class:[/B] Druid Avenger 2
[B]Race:[/B] Dwarf
[B]Size:[/B] Medium
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] LN
[B]Deity:[/B] Physician
[b]Action Points:[/b] 6
[B]Str:[/B] 14 +2 (6p) [B]Level:[/B] 2 [B]XP:[/B] 1700
[B]Dex:[/B] 10 +0 (2p) [B]BAB:[/B] +1 [B]HP:[/B] 16 (2d8+4)
[B]Con:[/B] 14 +2 (4p+2) [B]Grapple:[/B] +3 [B]Dmg Red:[/B] XX/XXXX
[B]Int:[/B] 12 +1 (4p) [B]Speed:[/B] 30' [B]Spell Res:[/B] XX
[B]Wis:[/B] 16 +3 (10p) [B]Init:[/B] +4 [B]Spell Save:[/B] 13+lvl
[B]Cha:[/B] 08 -1 (2p-2) [B]ACP:[/B] -1 [B]Spell Fail:[/B] n/a
[B]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +3 +0 +0 +0 +0 +0 13
[B]Touch:[/B] 10 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 13
[B]Base Mod Misc Total[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] 3 +2 +0 +5
[B]Ref:[/B] 0 +0 +0 +0
[B]Will:[/B] 3 +3 +0 +6
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
Quarterstaff +3 1d6+2 19-20x2
Shillelagh +4 1d10+3 19-20x2
Shillelagh (Rage) +6 1d10+5 19-20x2
Produce Flame (Ranged touch) +1 1d6+2 20x2
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Dwarven, Goblin, Druidic
[B]Abilities:[/B]
Druid Abilities-
Nature Sense (+2 Knowledge (Nature) and Survival checks), Wild Empathy (1d20-3,
as Diplomacy), Woodland Stride, Fast Movement (30ft), Rage 1/day (+4 Str/Con,
+2 morale to Will Saves, -2 AC; lasts 7 rounds; fatigued till end of battle:
-2 Str/Dex, no charge/run), Spells
Dwarven Abilities-
Darkvision 60ft
Stonecunning
Stability (+4 against being bull-rushed or tripped)
+2 Appraise/Craft (related to stone or metal)
+1 to attack orcs/goblinoids
+4 dodge bonus to AC against giants
+2 racial bonus to saves against poison
+2 racial bonus to saves against spells/spell-likes
[B]Spells (DC: 13 + spell level):[/B] 0- Cure Minor Wounds, Detect Magic, Virtue;
1- Shillelagh, Produce Flame
[B]Feats:[/B] Improved Initiative
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 25 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 5/2
[B]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B]
Concentration 5 +2 +0 +7
Knowledge (Nature) 2 +1 +2 +5
Heal 3 +3 +0 +6
Listen 5 +3 +0 +8
Spot 5 +3 +0 +8
Survival 5 +3 +2 +10
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
Studded Leather Armor 25gp 20lb
Quarterstaff 0gp 4lb
Brooch of Shield (1/day) 360gp 00lb
Ring of True Strike (1/day) 360gp 00lb
Backpack 2gp 2lb
Scrollcase 1gp 0.5lb
Paper (20 sheets) 8gp 00lb
Ink (3x 1oz vial) 24gp 00lb
Inkpen 1sp 00lb
Sealing Wax 1gp 1lb
Waterskin 1gp 4lb
Soap (1lb) 5sp 1lb
Courtier's Outfit 30gp 6lb
Gem, Ruby 50gp 0lb
Gem, Topaz 20gp 0lb
[B]Total Weight:[/B]40lb [B]Money:[/B] 17gp 40sp 00cp
[B]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B]
[B]Max Weight:[/B] 58 59-116 117-175 175/350 875
[B]Age:[/B] 65
[B]Height:[/B] 4'2"
[B]Weight:[/B] 187lb
[B]Eyes:[/B] Black
[B]Hair:[/B] Brown
[B]Skin:[/B] Light Brown[sblock="Experience Log:"]+300XP Portrait
+400XP Background[/sblock]
Appearance:
Grizzled. Tired. Veteran. Many can be described by those words, but few live them with every fibre of their beings. Dartan Kelrof is one such.
The dwarf stands four feet, two inches and is normally clothed in a dark gray to black overcoat, with similarly colored leggings. He has a self-respecting air about him, though some would call it a touch a selfishness.
Dartan carries a pair of family heirlooms from the Kelrof family's military past, a necklace that produces a shield once a day with the command phrase "you cannot harm me," and a ring that casts true strike once a day with the command phrase "guide my hand." Both items date back to the original Kelrof generals that fought in the great victory against the elven peoples, though Dartan believes them to have originated much later than that.
Background:
The Kelrof family have long been traders, profiting from the vast networks of zeppelins that connect the Trechtown Empire. Yet, this was not always so. The Kelrofs themselves do not remember, but ages back they were a more noble family of the military elite during the Great Victory over the elven people. It was in the mop-up action after the Victory that one of the Kelrof ancestors came upon an elven witch of great power. Though the dwarf and his squad were victorious, the witch's dying words were not to be denied,
"May the generations of your family fall sway under that which you seek to destroy."
Since then a sort of curse belfell the Kelrofs. One child every two hundred years would feel the touch of the Physician.
Dartan is one of these.
His life began normally, born to Lleana and Tornell Kelrof in their home in Whitestone, a small city along Lilas's Trade. Dartan apprenticed to his father, but nearing adulthood began to be troubled by strange dreams and visions. Though not often occuring, Dartan finds the violent dreams difficult to forget. Most involve either strange, uncivilized lands, and are accompanied by a strong sense of being watched, or involve Dartan as a predatory beast, hunting other beasts or creatures as prey. When Dartan first told his parents of these recuring dreams, and their all-too-often gruesome endings, they took him to clerics of the Source, and it was under their guidance that Dartan eventually brought his dreams under control and discovered he had a healer's touch.
At least that's what he told them.
In truth, the visions never abated, and his ability to heal never came from venerating the ideals of the Source. Yet, it was with the explanation of searching out greater servants of the Source to learn from that Dartan set off from Whitestone. He began his journey to find the followers of the Physician and perhaps thereby to learn to control what was happening to him.
Seven years and fifteen days found him only slightly wiser (through his own experimentation and research), two-thousand gold the poorer, and resting in a back-alley in the Lowtown district of Trenchtown. It was at that point that another vision struck him.
He was in a jungle of some sort. Full of smells. He was hungry.
Something beckoned to him. He followed.
Before him the jungle shifted to let him through. No branch touched his side, so carefully did he move. His hands, or perhaps paws, tread lightly on the ground. Passing insects made more sound than he did.
Suddenely, he was there. He knew what had beckoned to him. It was prey.
Without another thought, he pounced, and everything went black.
Called to the scene by a witness reporting a scream, the Trenchdown police seargent Mikhail Denisov found the dwarf in a catatonic state, standing over his victim with a blank stare in his eyes. The victim had been a fairly well to do spice trader in Trenchtown, and was now lying dead, with his throat ripped out. Mikhail bent down to examine the victim as two other lower officers lead the dwarf away in handcuffs. It's gonna be a long night, blasted cults, he thought.
Dartan was charged and found guilty of first class murder and violent cult activity and sentenced to the mines. That was fifteen days ago.
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