Euon, LG Dragonborn Sorceror (Favored Soul) 5
STR 14
DEX 12
CON 16
INT 9
WIS 10
CHA 16
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hp: 32/32
Hit Dice: 5d6 (5/5 HD available)
Initiative: +1
AC: 17 (breastplate, shield)
Proficiency Bonus: +3
Saving Throws: Constitution, Charisma
Alignment: LG
Skill Proficiencies: Persuasion, Religion
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Size: Medium (5' 11", 185 lbs)
Speed: 30
Languages: Common, Draconic (race), Dwarvish (background)
Background (Custom: Favored of Bahamut):
I fear I have the greyscale disease, but really I have been chosen by Bahamut, who has favored me with physical prowess and a will to help people. Over time, my skin will acquire the characteristics of a bronze dragon.
Skill Proficiencies: Athletics, Medicine
Tools: Carpenter's tools
Language: Dwarvish
Feature: Watcher's Eye (SCAG 145)
Trait: I've been hated and feared for my skin so long that I despair of being accepted.
Ideal: Community. It is my duty to serve others, despite their suspicion of me.
Bond: I fear I have greyscale; my skin is changing, and I must discover why, even though it frightens me.
Flaw: I cannot stand to see others hurt and will react impulsively to save another from harm.
Abilities:
Draconic Ancestry (race): Bronze dragon
Breath Weapon (race): 5' by 30' line, 2d6 lightning, Dex save DC 14 (save for half)
Damage Resistance (race): Lightning
Sorcerous Origin: Favored Soul (UA Modifying Classes)
Font of Magic: 5 sorcery points. Replenish after long rest.
Flexible Casting: Use sorcery points to gain spell slots. PHB 101.
Metamagic: Distant Spell, Twinned Spell. PHB 102.
Chosen of the Gods (Favored Soul): Life Domain (add cleric Life domain spells PHB 60 to known spells, they do not count against the number of spells you can know, are considered sorcerer spells)
Bonus Proficiencies (Favored Soul): Light and medium armor, shields, simple weapons
Spellcasting: Spell Save DC 14 and Spell Attack Modifier +6, replenish after long rest
Cantrips Known (5): chill touch, fire bolt, light, mending, message
Spells Known (6): blindness/deafness (2), feather fall (1), lightning bolt (3), misty step (2), sleep (1), spider climb (2)
Life Domain Spells Known: bless, cure wounds, lesser restoration, spiritual weapon, beacon of hope, revivify
1st level: 4/4 slots
2nd level: 3/3 slots
3rd level: 2/2 slots
Weapons:
Javelin +5, 1d6+2 P thrown (30/120)
Walking stick (quarterstaff) +5, 1d6+2 B versatile (1d8)
Equipment:
Shield 10 gp
Javelin (3) 1 gp, 5 sp
Walking stick, 2 sp
Quiver 1 gp
Breastplate 400 gp
Backpack 2 gp
Traveler's clothes 2 gp
Waterskin 2 sp
Whetstone 1 cp
Oil 1 sp
TBD
Skills:
Acrobatics +1
Animal Handling +0
Arcana -1
Athletics +5
Deception +3
History -1
Insight +0
Intimidation +3
Investigation -1
Medicine +3
Nature -1
Perception +0
Performance +3
Persuasion +6
Religion +2
Sleight of Hand +1
Stealth +1
Survival +0
Expenditures:
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Euon ran a hand over the broken chair leg and frowned. Reverend Paulson wanted the altar chair fixed by the morrow, but there was not time for the glue to set. Euon cast a surreptitious look over his shoulder toward the workshop door. No one was here. No one would know, he hoped. He turned back to the chair leg and caressed the wood, thinking of the grain and how it knit together in patterned whorls strengthened by wind and weather. Drawing in a breath and closing his eyes, Euon gently grasped both pieces of the broken leg and held them together. He felt the tug of magic in his belly and concentrated, letting the energy flow through his limbs, through his calloused fingertips, and into the leg. There was a quiet snick. He looked down in satisfaction.
There, good as new. Better than new. Even still, he cast another careful look at the door. It wouldn't do to be caught.
Euon returned his gaze to the leg and bent to affix the repaired piece to the body of the chair. Reaching for a hammer and nail, the cuff of his tunic rose up. Euon's eyes fell on a patch of scaly white skin at his wrist. He gasped, dropping the hammer with a loud clank. Quickly, he yanked down his shirt sleeve, his eyes darting in panic at the door.
Greyscale. I have greyscale. The words churned in his mind. Fear rose in his throat. Old Norris had died three days prior from greyscale, and the town was still on quarantine. He'd have to tell Reverend. Paulson was good, Euon knew. Paulson would make sure the elders did not force him out. Euon repeated this to himself until his heart stopped thumping and he calmed.
"I'm sorry, Euon, but we must think of the safety of the community. There are women, and children, and we cannot risk their wellbeing. We've the school to run. You understand, I'm sure." Paulson's eyes shuttered to Euon's hurt, even as the Reverend moved away. Euon watched the priest, saw how he kept the desk between himself and Euon, how he hedged toward the door. Euon knew when he was unwanted. By now, it was familiar. Always, no matter where he went, others feared him. His height. His girth. The odd events that always seemed to chase his presence. Euon nodded at Reverend Paulson. Swallowing, he stuck out a hand to shake in farewell, then let it drop lamely to his side when Paulson's eyes bulged in disgust. Grimness limned the set of Euon's mouth. Nodding a second time, he turned and left. [/sblock]
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