Not complete, yet, but I have the stats down after rolling 4d6 three times and dropping the lowest. I didn't reroll 1s, though.
Changed hps.
Kleb von Ludwig, the Human Paladin
Stats
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AL: LG, Level: 2, HP: 22, AC: 16, Init: -1
Melee Attack: (Born's Battle-Axe) +6 hit/+2 damage, (other) +4 hit/+2 damage
Range: +1 to hit
Str: 16
Int: 13
Wis: 14
Dex: 8
Con: 14
Cha: 16 (+1 bonus at 2nd level)
Fort: +7
Ref: +2
Will: +5
Weapons: Born's Battle-Axe (Masterwork, can cast
bless once a day and allows for
lay on hands to be cast on the wielder's body as an immediate action if Kleb goes to 0 hit points or less.
Armor: Born's Masterwork Chain Mail, Heavy Steel Shield
Equipment: Book of Luthes, Tunic bearing the crest of the Order of Luthes, Traveler's Outfit, 4 torches, 7 Trail Rations, Waterskin, Backpack, Flint and Steel, 50 ft coil of rope, 3gp, 2sp, 6cp.
Feats: Power Attack, Weapon Focus (Battle-Axe)
Skills:
Knowledge [Nobility and Royalty] (4 ranks): +5
Diplomacy (4 ranks): +6
Sense Motive (4 ranks): +6
Ride (4 ranks): +3
Special: Aura of Good, Detect Evil, Smite Evil 1/day, Divine Grace, Lay on Hands
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Description
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Kleb is a tall, broad shouldered veteran with shaggy, black hair and a thin beard that appears as if he gives it an occasional trimming and grooming. The paladin wears a slightly worn suit of chain mail that looks well-oiled, but is otherwise dull. An aged tunic is worn over the chain mail with a design used by the followers of Luthes. Although the man is only 22, he seems haunted beyond his years and almost middle-aged. This weariness reflects in his lack of agility, as does an old leg wound he received as an adolescent. On cold nights it grows stiff and causes him to hobble slightly.
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Story
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In progress...
"What is the second tenant of the lawful?"
The bored voice answered,
"Laws that benefit society are always binding."
"Who wrote the Circles of Truth?"
"St. Agatha of Sevene."
"What is the First Law of Man?"
"Bind together to survive, and by surviving flourish."
"And the Fourth Law of Compassion?"
"Sharing is caring."
The wrinkled, whispy-haired knight coughed almost uncontrollably in the cold.
"No, no no! By Luthes no! If you don't know the answer just say so, Kleb! I'm too old for smart-ass comments!"
Kleb sighed as he stooped to pick up another dried branch from the sack he had to hall all the way up to Half Moon Peak, the tallest point overlooking the valley containing the Arm of Luthes.
"Born, I know your lessons and the teachings of Luthes. But they are just words. You don't give them any context, and you continue to just spout off the phrases in that old, worn book of yours. You're not sure yourself what half of them mean. Every month you bring us out here and every month you say and ask the same things. And every month I find that I'm the one lugging your supplies around."
Now it was old Born's turn to sigh.
"There is little to teach. The Order of Luthes flourished before the Dreamer, but now... well, when my master taught me decades ago I only met three other aged men who wore the crest," he said pointing to the symbol on his tunic.
"My master taught me the ways of the Order as he knew them, but with a book and some verbal history being all there is left much has been lost. I'm trying now to teach you. I've shown you the ways of courtesy, riding, weapons, and honor. You know the way of armor, of shield, crossbow, sword, staff, morningstar, and most importantly the axe," he said again pointing to the weapon along his hip.
"Yet you seem to be more interested in combat than morality! Kleb, if there is one thing I can teach you remember this. A man who only cares about using force to get what he wants is not truly a man, but a beast. You must be better than this. Follow a moral code, Kleb. Be a man."
Kleb stopped feeding the flame and crouched next to his feeble master,
"I'm sorry I doubt at times, Sir Born. But your code is outdated. No one follows to these beliefs anymore."
The old paladin shook his head and stared down into the valley below.
"No. The world needs such codes more than ever. Try to learn from the teachings, Kleb. When more men such as we did so the land was a better place. There used to be a city down there, with citadels and tall, marble spires gleaming in the sun..." He settled down in his blankets, his eyes on the valley.
As Kleb thought on his master's words the young man did not notice the ancient paladin's breath stop in the middle of the night. When morning finally came, Kleb found his master's body to be as cold as the ground around him. The young apprentice frowned and stripped the body of valuables, keeping the axe, tunic, armor, and other pieces of note, taking the paladin's book last.
He began to walk away, but for reasons he could not at first understand he turned back around and built a rock cairn over the corpse. As he continued to build the cairn he thought on the few years he had with old Born, who had found him struggling for survival in the streets of Narovan. Born was a protector, teacher, and even a father to the orphan. As he wiped the tears from his eyes, Kleb realized he was not going to sell his dead teacher's goods afterall. He would try to follow in his footsteps, armed not only with axe but also with the mostly forgotten codes of the nearly extinct Order of Luthes. He would try to be a man to make Born proud.
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