Half-orc Fighter
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Name: Shreve
Race: Half-Orc Age: 20 Wgt: 200 Hgt: 6' 6"
HD:d10 HP: 11 Alignment: Chaotic Netural AC:
Stats (includes race mods) Mods
STR 17 (+2) Prime (+6)
DEX 15 (+1)
CON 15 (+1) Prime (+6)
INT 11 (+0)
WIS 12 (+0)
CHA 10 (+0)
Abilities:
Weapon Specialization (Two Handed Axe) +1 bth +1 dmg
Equipment:
Two Handed Axe
Broad Sword
Mail Shirt
Waterskin
Backpack (in)
Bedroll
Hooded lantern
Flask(s) of Oil (x3)
Flute
Pitons/Spikes (5)
Rations (2 weeks)
Rope(50 feet)
Tinder Box
Torches (6)
Coin: 35gp 14 sp Maybe more
Origin:
Shreve is the son of the late Byron a human mage and Shar a very beautiful Orc maiden who detested being only a breeder.Shar escaped home and struck out on her own taking up with a mercenary company. That was where she fell desperately in love with Byron, after saving him from a roving band of Orcs. After the encounter Byron thanked her and they headed back to the mercenary company, with Byron already smitten.
After a short courtship, they were married and decided to leave and strike out on their own. Many adventures later the famous couple settled down in the Lonely woods and waited for the birth of their child.
Except for a few encounters with a few raving monsters and a ongoing problem with raiding Orcs, the couple leaved happy lives. When Shreve was 6, his mother started tutoring him in the arts of a warrior. He took to them and was almost as good as Shar by the time he was 12. Byron thinking his education was one-sided tried to tech him some of the magical arts. Even though he couldn't tap magical energies, Shreve understands the theory fairly well.
At the age of 13 Shreve took up the flute and became a very good player, almost minstrel quality. The flute could not take away his love of martial training he lived and breathed every day. While out running his daily miles through the trails in the woods, Shreve heard a explosion come from the direction of his house. He turned and ran for home hoping it was just one his father's experiments gone awry.
Shreve arrived on the scene with smoke rolling out his families windows and Orcs ravaging his families possessions. Tears filled his eyes as he noticed his father on the ground with his neck at a unnatural angle. His mother whirled around with surrounded by the taunting enemy. Rage filled his veins with icy hate as he took out his two-handed axe and charged towards his mother and killed the two orcs in his way. he rushed in and stood back to back with his mother taking on all comers.
A few orcs charged Shar and Shreve and their weapons took two heads of the enemy. The orcs cringed back with growls, when a hulking Half-Ogre pushed his way forward flinging Orcs left and Right. Shar and Shreve set their weapons and waited. The Half-Ogre swung his Great Sword and it grazed Shreve's head and he was flung to the ground. Before he could get up a dozen Orcs grabbed him and held him down. His Mother moved towards the Hal-ogre and her sword sliced through his shoulder armor.
Blood soaked the Hal-Ogre's shoulder, when he fainted with his sword. Shar took it as a immediate threat and missed the meaty hand that swung around and backhanded her to the ground. Shreve surged upward and flung the Orcs off and headed towards his Mother. The Half-ogre whipped his sword around and Shar's head separated from her Body. Before the half-Ogre could react Shreve scooped up Shar's sword and hamstrung his enemy. When the scream broke from the Half-Ogre's lips. Shreve reached and filleted open his throat, silencing him forever. A howl exploded out of Shreve's throat and the remaining Orcs fled.
Since that fateful day, Shreve has pursued those Orcs and other vermin of the world.
