Character Sheet:[SBLOCK]
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[B]Name:[/B] Dacen Athrin
[B]Class:[/B] Cleric
[B]Race:[/B] Human
[B]Size:[/B] Medium
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] LN
[B]Str:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]Level:[/B] 1 [B]XP:[/B] 0
[B]Dex:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]BAB:[/B] +0 [B]HP:[/B] 9 (1d8+1)
[B]Con:[/B] 12 +1 (4p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +6 [B]Dmg Red:[/B] N/a
[B]Int:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 30' [B]Spell Res:[/B] N/a
[B]Wis:[/B] 14 +0 (6p.) [B]Init:[/B] +2 [B]Spell Save:[/B] +2
[B]Cha:[/B] 12 +1 (4p.) [B]ACP:[/B] -2 [B]Spell Fail:[/B] 0%
[B]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +4 +2 +1 +0 +0 +0 17
[B]Touch:[/B] 12 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 15
[B]Base Mod Misc Total[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] 2 +1 +3
[B]Ref:[/B] 0 +2 +2
[B]Will:[/B] 2 +2 +4
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
Heavy Mace +2 1d8 x2
Light Crossbow +2 1d8 19-20x2
Unarmed Strike +2 1d3+2 x2
[B]Languages:[/B] Common
[B]Abilities:[/B] Turn Undead (4/day, 1d20+1, 2d6+2), Protection Domain
([S]Protective Ward 1/day, +1 Resistance on next saving throw, 1hr[/S]), Strength
Domain (Feat of Strength 1/day, +1 Str 1/rd)
[B]Feats:[/B] Improved Unarmed Strike, Improved Grapple
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 12 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 4/2
[B]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B]
Concentration 4 +1 +5
Heal 4 +2 +6
Knowledge (Religion) 4 +0 +4
Listen 0 +2 +2
Spot 0 +2 +2
[B]Spells Prepared:[/B]
0 - Resistance, Guidance, Detect Magic
1 - Magic Weapon, Magic Stone, Enlarge Person (Domain Spell)
[B]Spells Per Day:[/B]
0 - 3/day
1 - 2 +1 Domain/day
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
[B]Worn:[/B]
Chain Shirt 100gp 25lb
Peasant's Outfit 0gp -
Holy Symbol, Wooden 1gp -
[B]Shoulder/Back:[/B]
Light Crossbow 35gp 4lb
20 Bolts 2gp 2lb
Light Wooden Shield 3gp 5lb
[B]Backpack[/B] 2gp 2lb
Torch x2 2cp 2lb
Sunrod 2gp 1lb
Waterskin 1gp 4lb
Flint & Steel 1gp -
Candles, 10 1sp -
Sewing Needle 5sp -
Chalk, 3 pieces 3cp -
[B]Weight:[/B] 27lbs
[B]Belt/Waist:[/B]
Heavy Mace 8gp 8lb
Spell Component Pouch 5gp 2lb
[B]Total Weight:[/B]50lb [B]Money:[/B] 22gp 3sp 5cp (1lbs)
[B]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B]
[B]Max Weight:[/B] -58 -116 -175 175 875
[B]Age:[/B] 19
[B]Height:[/B] 5'7"
[B]Weight:[/B] 165lbs
[B]Eyes:[/B] Hazel
[B]Hair:[/B] Wavy Dark Brown, Short
[B]Skin:[/B] Light Tan
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Background:[sblock] Two men lunge at each other on a padded mat in a simple shack
that has obviously seen better days. One is taller, his short cropped black hair
retreating from a bald spot at the top of his head. The other is smaller, younger
with wavy brown hair parted down the center of his head, slick with sweat.
They lock arms, muscles straining as they attempt to gain leverage on each other.
The younger does, and twisting around to the man's side, kicks at the back of the
other's calf while pulling down. Both men fall, the balding man grunting in
frustration.
Seconds later, the younger has the older in a pin, arms locked around his neck.
The older man taps his fist to the ground, and the younger releases his neck,
accepting the submission. Both rise to their feet slowly.
"Nice work today, Dacen. You're actually starting to give me a challenge, once in
awhile." The older man smirks, reaching for a towel to dry his face.
Dacen smiles sadly. He reaches for his circular holy symbol, and puts it back over
his neck. He can see his trainer is feeling his age, just as his gym is. The man
has a family to feed, but he knows this job is taking an ever increasing toll on
him. But if he were to hold back any... the man's pride would not suffer it.
"We've gone late again, haven't we?" Dacen looks out the window, wincing at the
sun's position in the sky. "We need to be more timely, my duties-"
"You're too young to be going soft on me," the older man interrupts.
"Last time was the third time this month Sara threatened to kill me," Dacen retorts
mildly, fishing out some silver from his coin pouch and slapping it in his
trainer's palm.
"Hmph. Fine, we'll try and cut it down a bit. But that mean's you'll have to work
harder, no goofing around!"
Dacen shakes his head, "See you next week."
***
"Late again Dacen," the stern cleric says without looking up as Dacen enters her
office.
"Forgive me, I was-"
"Wrestling, I know. At least you are consistent when you are late. And despite
what you may think, I don't object to your hobby. When it interferes with your
duties here, however," she looks up with an arched eyebrow.
Dacen bows his head, "I understand."
Sara sighs, "I have something different for you today Dacen. Actually, it'll
probably keep you tied up for a little while. Have you heard of the Ripper?"
Dacen nods slowly, "I've heard stories of what he did."
She looks shrewdly at the young cleric, "He's back. I want you to stop him and
bring him to justice."
Dacen raises his eyebrows, "Me? Is this your way of following up on your threat?"
She shakes her head, "No Dacen, I'm serious. You'll need to be careful, and you
won't be able to do it alone, but this killer has long evaded His justice. You
are to be His instrument in this."
Dacen nods, "Alright. I have faith in his judgment... and yours."
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