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Rashford Nailmond
Male Human Warmage 1
True Neutral
Representing Barsallas
Strength 14 (+2)
Dexterity 10 (+0)
Constitution 14 (+2)
Intelligence 14 (+2)
Wisdom 8 (-1)
Charisma 15 (+2)
Size: Medium
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 195 lb
Skin: Pale
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black; Straight; Beardless
Total Hit Points: 8
Speed: 20 feet [armor]
Armor Class: 14 = 10 +4 [scale]
Touch AC: 10
Flat-footed: 14
Initiative modifier: +0 = 0 [dexterity]
Fortitude save: +2 = 0 [base] +2 [constitution]
Reflex save: +0 = 0 [base]
Will save: +1 = 2 [base] -1 [wisdom]
Attack (handheld): +2 = 0 [base] +2 [strength]
Attack (unarmed): +2 = 0 [base] +2 [strength]
Attack (missile): +0 = 0 [base]
Grapple check: +2 = 0 [base] +2 [strength]
Light load: 58 lb. or less
Medium load: 59-116 lb.
Heavy load: 117-175 lb.
Lift over head: 175 lb.
Lift off ground: 350 lb.
Push or drag: 875 lb.
Languages: Common Dwarven Halfling
Morningstar [1d8, crit x2, 6 lb, one-handed, bludgeoning]
Scale mail [medium; +4 AC; max dex +3; check penalty -4; 30 lb.]
Feats:
Armor Proficiency (medium)
Battle Caster
Skill Name Key Skill Ability Ranks Misc.
Ability Modifier Modifier Modifier
Appraise Int 2 = +2
Balance Dex* 0 = +0
Bluff Cha 2 = +2
Climb Str* 2 = +2
Concentration Con 6 = +2 +4
Diplomacy Cha 6 = +2 +4
Disguise Cha 2 = +2
Escape Artist Dex* 0 = +0
Forgery Int 2 = +2
Gather Info Cha 2 = +2
Heal Wis -1 = -1
Hide Dex* 0 = +0
Intimidate Cha 2 = +2
Jump Str* -4 = +2 -6 [speed 20]
Know.(arcana) Int 6 = +2 +4
Listen Wis -1 = -1
Move Silently Dex* 0 = +0
Ride Dex 0 = +0
Search Int 2 = +2
Sense Motive Wis 3 = -1 +4
Spot Wis -1 = -1
Survival Wis -1 = -1
Swim Str** 2 = +2
Tumble Dex* 4 = +0 +4
Use Rope Dex 0 = +0
* = check penalty for wearing armor
Zero-level Warmage spells: 5 per day
First-level Warmage spells: 4 (3+1) per day
Human:
* Extra feat at first level (already included)
* Four extra skill points at first level (already included)
* One extra skill point at each additional level (already included)
Warmage:
* Core class from "Complete Arcane"
* Sorcerer-like, with limited spell choice focused on military applications
* A warmage has access to all spells on the warmage lists
* Add intelligence bonus to all spell hit point damage ("warmage edge")
* At levels 3, 6, 11, and 16, add an evocation spell to the repertoire
* At level 7, gains Sudden Empower feat
* At level 10, gains Sudden Enlarge feat
* At level 15, gains Sudden Widen feat
* At level 20, gains Sudden Maximize feat
* May wear light armor; at level 8, medium armor
* May bring a light shield
Level 1:
Class Warmage
HP rolled 6
Rashford Nailmond's Equipment:
Weapons / Armor / Shield (from above) 36 lb
Backpack 2 lb
Flint and steel 1 lb
Pouch x1
Rations (1 day) x2 2 lb
Sacks x1 1 lb
Torches x1 1 lb
Waterskins x1 4 lb
Spell component pouch 2 lb
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Total 49 lb
Rashford Nailmond...where to begin, where to begin. A young man age of 19, was extremely fond of wrestling with his childhood friends everyday and was proud of the fact that he was the champion every week at the competitions the small town would hold. When the sun came down to dusk he would rush back to his house to do his chores before he got in trouble by his parents. When dinnertime came he would be dragged into long stories from his father, a bard that settled down with his mother, a wise sorceress who would teach him in the morning after he awoke. Such practices gave him a sharp mind for the matches that afternoon and let his mind wander at night with the tales he heard. Unfortunately, when it came time to remember those tales he had a hard time, but when something reminded him of a tale he'd gladly share the experiences with his friends, not always the same tale but the message got across. The town girls would constantly bug him for his hand in marriage but he shooed them off so he could practice, and the girls, persistent to get his attention would train themselves to catch his eye.
One day after a stranger came to one of the matches. 'Rash', 'Rashy' to the ladies, was pushed to his limits after a weird dream, which he had the previous night, distracting his usually focused mind. The stranger ended up losing but not the way Rash wanted it to end, it seems since the match was usually held in the market place/town square he had a lot of materials needed to cast a spell the pressure he was under forced a spell from him causing serious injury to his body. The crowd watched with disgust claiming he was a cheater. Surprised and confused he did what he thought was the right thing to do and carried the man back to his house to be taken care of.
The next day the man awoke and said that if he didn't get a letter to a special person his family would be in danger. Guilt stricken and dishonored among the townsfolk he vowed to reclaim his dignity and title as the champ of the town. The man said that if the letter was not delivered in a week something bad would happen to his family so he prepared with his mother and father doing everything he can to be ready for the outside world.
Meanwhile, the townsfolk and his friends who had doubted him had found out about his claim and were ashamed of their accusations, they secretly readied themselves for the day he would set out. Rashford had noticed something when he was sent to get food one day before he left town that the townspeople had been just as busy as he was and he started to wonder if something was up.
Finally the day had arrived where he had to set out or he wouldn't get there in time. The people gathered toward the town square. When Rashford said goodbye to his parents and the bedkept stranger he closed the door behind him closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath, when he opened his eyes the people were looking at him with mixed looks of envy, pride, doubt and sadness. "Wha...what's going on?" One of his friends stepped forward with a smile on his face,
"We now know you didn't mean to hurt that man, after all no cheater would venture outside the town to make it up to the man he hurt. So we gathered what we could to help you..." he turned around and called forward a few people with some supplies they gathered up, armor, a weapon, food, and some gold to take with him on his journey. "We figured you'd go anyway, but going alone...We believe you didn't hurt him so we were hoping you wouldn't leave the town. I'm sure the man forgives you too so you don't have to do this. Will you please stay?" Rashford looked at him and the villagers.
"I'm sorry but his letter won't wait and neither will I. I'll be back when I learn how to control my power so I won't accidentally hurt someone again. Take care of the title for me while I'm gone, I'll be back to pick it up later." His friend smiled and let out a sigh,
"You know, you don't have to be so rash..." Rashford passed him leaving the town and waved behind him shouting,
"I can't help it, I'm Rashford Nailmond, it's all I'll ever be."
Two days later he arrived in Oakhurst he delivered the letter just in time and as a token of appreciation they offered he stay with them, while he started to turn them down he noticed some weapons on the wall, when he asked about them they said they got them from the town blacksmith. He then accepted their offer and headed off to the blacksmith. He found out that he was related to the man running it from a rumor his parents heard, and he was taught how to wield his morning star.His wife knew the town's wizard's wife and he was taught how to control his magic and how it worked. During this time, some of the girls from his hometown set out after him, even though they didn't know where he went since he asked his parents not to tell a single soul where he was headed.
Tiny tidbits: grew up without much religion so isn't familiar with very many of them besides what his father told him about them and has a strong focus in his eyes even when he's telling jokes or enjoying himself.
(gawd sorry it is so long I just couldn't stop my fingers...my spontaneous mind is a curse)