Derngar (Secret Spear) Son of Korgon. Last Earl of Caledor
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Height 6’ 3”; Weight 250# ; Hair: Black ; Age 21; Patron Deity:
Sex: Male Race: Human Class: Barbarian Level:2
Alignment: Chaotic Good Size: Medium Type: Humanoid
Init +2; Passive Wisdom ( Perception) 10
Languages : Common, Elven
AC 15,
HP 25 (HD: 12 +7+ 6 Con)
Saves: Strength and Constitution
Death Saves:
Speed 30ft.
Proficiency Bonus: +2
Special Actions
Combat gear: None
Abilities Str 16, Dex 14, Con 16 , Int 9, Wis 10, Cha 12
Combat Stats: Greataxe +5 1d12+3
Hand axe +5 1d6+3
Javelin +5 1d6+3
Racial Traits: Ability scores increase each by 1, one extra language
Background: Criminal
Skill Proficiencies: Deception and Stealth
Tool Proficiencies: Thieves Tools, Dice
Equipment: Crowbar, a set of dark common clothes including a hood, belt pouch with 15 gp
Feature: Criminal Contact
Personality Trait: I can stare down a hellhound. I enjoy being strong and like breaking things.
Ideal: Destiny: No one and nothing can steer me away from my calling, fulfilling my father’s quest.
Bond: No one should endure the hardships I’ve been through
Flaw: Now that I have seen what the city offers, I enjoy it’s delights a little too much at times.
Class Features:
Proficiencies:
Armor: Light, medium and Shields
Weapons: Simple, martial
Tools: None
Saving Throws: Strength and Constitution
Skills: Choose two from Animal Handling, Athletics, Intimidation, Nature, Perception, Survival
Rage: 2 rages per long rest
+2 Rage damage
Advantage on Str checks and Str saving throws
Resistance to piercing, bludgeoning, and slashing damage
Unarmored Defense: AC = 10+Dex+Con when not wearing armor. Shield OK
Reckless Attack: Advantage on melee weapon attack rolls using Strength during this turn, but
attack rolls against you have advantage until your next turn.
Danger Sense: You have advantage on Dexterity saving throws against effects that you can see,
such as traps and spells. To gain this benefit, you can’t be blinded, deafened, or incapacitated.
Skills :
+2 Acrobatics
+0 Animal Handling
-1 Arcana
+5 Athletics P
+3 Deception P
-1 History
+0 Insight
+3 Intimidation
-1 Investigation
+0 Medicine
-1 Nature
+2 Perception P
+1 Performance
+1 Persuasion
-1 Religion
+2 Sleight of Hand
+4 Stealth P
+2 Survival
Equipment:
Greataxe (1d12 slashing, heavy, two-handed)
2 Handaxes (1d6 slashing, light, thrown range 20/60)
4 javelins (1d6 piercing, thrown range 30/120)
Explorer’s Pack
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![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
Derngar was born into luxury on his father’s estate. His father the Earl of Caledor, owned all the lands around the estate and the estate provided a bounty of food, animals, and wood. Life would be easy for the young viscount.
That is, in another place, another time. A place without the magi. Without the City. Instead, the estate of the Earl of Caledor was commandeered for farming after the walls went up. After the Magi declared themselves, their home, like most of the old aristocracy, was demolished. Nothing was even put up in it’s place. The old manors were left as ruins as a display that the old ways were dead.
However, even if the lands were gone, and their manor destroyed the Caledor family still had it’s blood and it’s valor. That blood was shed for the people of the city, and that valor stood up to the Magi in every uprising. The blood of the Caledor ran true. The last Caledor fought in the Great Uprising.
Korgon Caledor was a mighty hero. He rose and fought against the power of the magi. He was one of the Great Heroes. The Fallen, The Forsaken. Forsaken by the people of the city, the people he was trying to protect. Korgon was a warrior, strong of arm and of mind. His kind will not be seen again. The magi saw to that. After the Heroes fell, the golems sought out the families of the heroes. Every man woman and child that had even a drop of blood of the heroes was hauled off. To the people of the city they were as good as dead. No one ever was seen again after they were taken away. But the Magi were thoughtful and did not waste tools. Some of the Magi had the idea to use the families of the Forsaken to breed new, powerful people to serve the magi. Of course some were merely used to construct additional flesh golems. It is rumored that a magi named Tasha laughed quite often at the irony of their own flesh hunting the families of the heroes.
Many of the families were thrown into one of the magi’s prisons. And prison is a generous term. Hellhole, death trap, Pit of Corruption , all these might be better for the wretched squalor those who were forced to live, nay, survive there. For of course the prison was not only home to the families of the Fallen, but to all manner of criminals who could not be permitted to still roam the City, and considering how much the Magi tolerated violence and crime that did not target or affect them, that is saying something.
Into this wretched pit of vile darkness, both physical and spiritual, was born the son of Korgon. To survive in such darkness requires resourcefulness, stamina, strength, both mental and physical, and a tenacity for life. A grown man in possession of all of these traits stood a chance of living for a good amount of time, in relative safety, and of keeping his sanity. A child born into this stygian abyss stood none whatsoever. And yet, and yet, somehow this boy lived. He survived. No one could claim he thrived, but he grew. His mother and other relatives who survived provided him with what food they could. And more importantly, they fed his mind. Stories of his father, and of his father’s father. Of a time before the Magi, before the walls, before there was a need for walls, of his name and it’s meaning. His mother named him Derngar which means Secret Spear, for the Magi did not know that she was pregnant when they took her, and within him was the blood of Korgon , a mighty spear in the side of the Magi. In him, all their hopes were placed, in him all their quest for freedom and vengeance were planted and grew in the darkness.
And if there is no rest for the wicked, the wicked then do not let the virtuous rest either. The families of the Forsaken had banded together upon their imprisonment. Over the years their numbers dwindled, as did their influence on the prison. Being taken for parts for flesh golems, age, the violence of the prison, illness, all these and of course despair, took their toll. As the Forsaken families declined, the number of other prisoners increased. So it was that one horrific night, the quarters of the Forsaken were overrun, and the last blood of the Forsaken was brutalized, tortured and finally destroyed. Whether this was orchestrated by the Magi or was merely the random, senseless and vicious violence endemic to the prison, no one knew or would say. However, somehow Derngar escaped the attack and slaughter.
Derngar was a lad of 14 when he lost his family and everything that anchored him to life. He became a shadow, a ghost, a rumor. He managed to survive in that prison, despite being alone. He hid, he crept, he stole, whatever it took to keep alive. He was caught at times, beaten, brutalized, raped, and tortured. Derngar somehow managed to always escape his tormentors and slip back into the darkness. At some point Derngar found himself back in his old living area, the place the families had lived. His feelings he suppressed, sorrow was lethal down here. Yet some part of him lingered, recalling happier days (a relative concept for sure). Amongst his mother’s old bedding and piles of rags he found a remarkable find. There was a stone with a runic K on it. Feeling the stone, and tracing the rune he felt the stone shift under the pressure just slightly. Prying the stone up carefully he found a small hollow and within it he found his mother’s treasures, items that she had somehow hidden from the Magi when she was captured. There was a small book with stories of his father’s exploits and small words of hope to him from his mother. There was a ring, the book said it had belonged to his father and had been in his family for generations. There was a picture of an animal on it that Derngar did not recognize, but he had not seen many animals in his life (other than rats) and hadn’t had a picture book to grow up with. Lastly within that small inheritance he found a knife. Beautiful, sharp and deadly, the letters of his father were on the blade, somehow part of the pattern in the metal. This find was amazing, not only because he now had a connection to his family, including his father he had never met, but because for the first time, he now had a weapon besides his wits and his fists.
Now the ghost in the shadows had a gleam, a deadly gleam. Men and monsters fell in the darkest shadows, their throats cut. Soon even the most hardened criminals in the prison were becoming wary of the shadows. Derngar learned to kill quickly and quietly. He learned to focus all his hatred, all the anger at years of living in fear, years of abuse into his weapon. He became a terror in the prison. A one man embodiment of vengeance. Over the course of the next year or so Derngar did not show himself if he could help it. Those who did catch a glimpse of him would never have recognized the gangly youth who they tormented several years ago. Now those who saw him saw a tall, dark man. Muscular, hard and fell. And no one, not even the Magi’s spies knew that he was from the Forsaken.
One day, Derngar was reading the small book his mother had left for him. In the back he found his favorite section, the part where she implored him to seek the light. To help hold back the night as his father had done. Derngar decided that the time had come. He had been born into the darkness, it had forged him into a merciless killer. He had been tempered in cruelty, fortified by love, and had emerged from the crucible of hatred, shadow and violence scarred but unbroken.
That day Derngar decided that his destiny lay not down in the prison terrorizing these pathetic creatures. His destiny had been laid many years ago by his father. His destiny lay up there, in the Light, fighting for the prisoners, the entire city, against the wardens of the prison they had built the city into.
No one ever comes back after they are taken away. No one is ever seen again. And that still stands true today. Because Derngar had never been taken, he had never been seen before. How he escaped few will ever know. Derngar does not speak about it, or even in days in the darkness. But he left a long and bloody trail behind him. As he looked down into the pit he had just escaped from, he thought of his mother’s words and as he looked for the very first time upon the city and saw it’s beauty he said to himself “I come to bring Light to the city, I keep none for myself”
Appearance: Derngar is a tall, muscular man. His long dark hair hangs loosely around his head. He wears a full beard. Dengar was 18 before he ever even saw a decent reflection of himself, so he has little inclination or practice caring for his appearance. He has learned to take (and enjoy) bathing and so is clean.
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