Tirion Cayde, Cleric Level 5 (Life)
Elredd/The Broken Rutter
Day 1/Night
They moved out of the inn and through the village. Tirion could now make out the wooden palisade and a large stone fort. On the roof of the fort, lit by torches and lanterns, were huge wooden carvings of roaming dragons. Something in it triggered a memory and he studied the iconography closer, recognizing the form of the Earth Dragon, an ancient and evil primordial demigod long since ceased to be worshipped in most parts of the world. What was it doing here?
There was little time to contemplate it before they arrived at the Devil’s Den. The cacophony and stench of the large, smoke-filled wooden building was off-putting. Everyone was armed and armored, so they wouldn’t stand out. Of course, that also meant that everyone in the place was likely dangerous. In the fighting pit was a large black bear and a scrawny human with a spear. The human didn’t seem at all eager to engage with the bear, to the fury of the crowd, and workers were prodding at him to get him closer to the animal.
Tirion winced as Brak bellowed out. Well, he’ll certainly get the attention, the cleric mused, and the pit master pushed his way through the crowd toward the large gladiator.
Evendur split off from the group and started moving through the crowd, but Tirion was loathe to leave Levanna’s side. A lady had no business being alone in a place like this.
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Initiative: +0
Perception: +4 (Passive: 14)
Speed: 30
AC: 20 (plate and shield)
HP: 33/33 HD: 5/5d8
Main Hand: None
Off Hand: Shield
Prepared Spells:
Cantrips: Guidance, Thaumaturgy, Mending, Sacred Flame
1st: Bless, Cure Wounds, Healing Word, Guiding Bolt, Command
2nd: Lesser Restoration, Spiritual Weapon, Prayer of Healing, Hold Person, Blindness/Deafness
3rd: Beacon of Hope, Revivify, Spirit Guardians, Dispel Magic, Mass Healing Word
Spell Slots Remaining/Total
1st: 4/4
2nd: 3/3
3rd: 2/2
Conditions: Guidance (C)
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