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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BSF" data-source="post: 1176852" data-attributes="member: 13098">Pedro MondragonHuman Paladin 4 / Expert 1Str 14     Dex 10     Con 12     Int 11     Wis 13     Cha 16 (Stat Increase at 4th level)Lawful GoodAC: 18, Touch 10, Flatfooted 16Attacks: Melee Justice +7 1d8 +3 +1d6 vs Evil OpponentsHit Points:  6 + 4d10 +5 (33 HP)Saves:  Fortitude +8, Reflex +4, Will +9Feats: (3)  Iron Will, Neogitator, Salute of Honor (Call of Duty - Chainmail Bikini Games)Skills:Appraise +4, Craft (Cobbler) +4, Craft (Leatherworker) +4, Diplomacy +13, Gather Information +5, Handle Animal +5, Knowledge (Local) +2, Ride +4, Sense Motive +9, Survival +3, Swim +4Class skills for Expert - Appraise, Craft(Cobbler), Craft (Leatherworker), Diplomacy, Gather Information, Handle Animal, Knowledge (Local), Sense Motive, Survival, SwimEquipment: Justice (+1 Righteous LongSword), Banded Mail,  Heavy Steel Shield, Symbol of the Dragon (Silver Holy Symbol), Light Warhorse, military saddle, Saddlebags, 2 potions of Cure Light Wounds, 1 potion of Shield of Faith, 381 gp Background:  As long as Pedro can remember, he had the dreams.  The dreams in which a scaly creature would call to him and beckon him to leave his home and family and hold a sword in his hands.  The dreams always scared young Pedro, so he ignored them and concentrated on learning his father's trade, leatherworking.  While he wasn't as clever as his father, he applied himself diligently and learned his skills well.  He was also an astute negotiator and would drive a hard bargain with the leather traders.  It was clear to the other merchants in town that Pedro would someday be a valuable member of the community and they would encourage their sons and daughters to watch the way Pedro handled people.  As adolescene passed into adulthood, it became easier to ignore the dreams.  He would not take up a sword.  Such things were the ways of brigands, or soldiers.  And in his land, there was hardly any difference between the two, though the Duke's soldiers only harassed honest folk when there was nobody else around to witness the act.  Pedro was learning his fathers trade and had recently struck up a relationship with the daughter of a farmer.  They were soon to be married.  Pedro's future was looking bright.Alas, it was not to be. The Duke fell sick in the middle of the winter.  It was not such an unusual occurance that year.  Many people in town had already fallen victim to the illness, including Pedro's mother.  When Pedro's mother died, his father began to wither and lose interest in life.  Before the end of the winter, nearly a fifth of the town had died, including the Duke.  While the Duke's son claimed lordship, Pedro appealed to the merchants in the town to continue his father's business.  Recognizing his skills and his leadership qualities, they were happy to give him permission to continue the family trade.  By mid-spring, Pedro had resumed business and his new bride shared the small house that Pedro had grown up in.  By summer, the Duke's soldiers were harassing honest merchants and the Duke was demanding higher taxes.  Pedro, always sure of himself, headed up the meeting of the merchants with the Duke himself.  The Duke took an immediate dislike to Pedro, but he was also very interested in Pedro's wife.  By fall, Pedro's world had come tumbling down.  His shop had mysteriously burned down and the Duke's tax collectors had records showing that Pedro's father was well behind on his taxes.  The Duke graciously summoned Pedro's wife to the keep so that she would be sheltered for the coming winter.  As the summons was presented by the Duke's soldiers, she hardly had the opportunity to protest.  Pedro was doing menial labor in the fields, and catching what game he could in the evening, so he did not know of his wife's summons until late in the evening, when it was already too late.  Pedro would show up each day asking to see her, only to be driven from the gates.  As the first snows fell, word reached his ears that she had suffered  an accident and died the night before.  The Duke himself had been found at her side trying offer assistance.  Pedro is not a clever man, but he understood the implication clearly enough.  In despair, he turned to the bottle.  Cheap wine and bad ale, whenever he could get it. Then the dreams returned.  Pedro resisted the call to the sword as best he could.  By midwinter, he was living out of a nearby cave, and had developed a cough and sores.  The soldiers drove him out of the Duke's lands and the Duke was sure he would never hear from Pedro again.That night, as the snow fell, the dreams beckoned him.  Finally giving in, Pedro picked up a log and waited for the next traveller to come down the road.  As he jumped out from behind a tree, the armor suited figure looked at him, and smiled.  "There you are, I have been looking for you."  The man dismounted, walked up to Pedro, and laid his hands on his shoulders.  Pedro could feel the tingling of magic pass into his body.  The cough receded and the sores no longer hurt.  Clearly emblazoned on the man's chest was the symbol of a silver dragon.  The man lifted Pedro onto his horse, offered him rations, and the two disappeared into the night.A year later, the Duke was surprised to face a Paladin of the Dragon in his courtyard.  Pedro Mondragon saluted the Duke and offered him the chance to recant his tyranny, or to face justice.  From across the courtyard, the runes for justice could be clearly seen etched into the longsword that Pedro held in his hand.OGC:  Call of Duty - Chainmail Bikini Games (Salute of Honor & Righteous weapon property)</blockquote>

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