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Message: <blockquote data-quote="RedStar" data-source="post: 1035468" data-attributes="member: 12767">Torvak Redclaw“For long centuries has the blood of my clan mixed with the blood of the other clans of the high lands. In peaceful times we strengthen the bonds between tribes by marriage. Yet these ties are fragile and apt to be forgotten when lean times are upon us. It is the duty of the men-folk to provide, and when the fields and forests do not yield enough then we must take what is needed from others. Violence does strange things to men, it exicites in us passions that should never see the light of day. I have seen good men do bad things when the battle lust is upon them, and it is not only cattle and sheep that are taken and pillaged, but women too. It is from such a coupling that I was conceived, yet not the blood of another clan that runs through my veins, but the blood of orcs, for we share these hills with them.I was different to most of my clan due to the blood that ran within me, yet I was not alone, other farms had been raided that year and the blood of the orcs coursed through two of my friends. Shunned we were, yet as we grew so did our strength, and in my clan strength is valued almost as much as our traditions, and it brought us respect. There were many lean years in my youth, and that suited me fine for I lusted only after women and battle, and I enjoyed both with great zest and vigour. These days of reckless abandon would not last long however since when pressed to raid year after year misfortune is unavoidable.My last raid ended with an arrow in my leg and I was abandoned to die, yet my blood has always been strong and with great effort I found my way home. I was close to death they say, and delirious, and the wise women were quick to proclaim that there was little hope for me, for my wound was infected. They could not let me pass to the next world without at least trying to save me and they tended me for two weeks. Fever dreams plagued me and the wise women proclaimed that a spirit had entered me for I spoke in tongues throughout my delirium. The oldest and wisest crone of our clan was sent for, so that she may help battle this spirit, but when she saw me she proclaimed that this was no evil spirit within me, but I had strong and ancient power running through my broken body. She told the other wise women that if I lived I would become a sorcerer and seer in order to help guide our people in times of war and peace.When freed of the dreams of serpents and dragons I felt a new power within me and the seeress told me of my destiny. I was not pleased. I was a warrior, and magic was not a thing that a man should have to play with, yet the clan elders insisted that this was now to be my path. And so my journey began, I was shown ancient scrolls and runes and taught of the ways of magic. Slowly I learnt, but my thoughts were always on the visions, and of one day striding out in battle once more.A year passed and a more bountiful year I could not remember, there would be no raids this year. Long did I spend walking on my own that autumn and always I felt that something was watching. I was not mistaken, for an old man with hair of purest white came to me at the start of winter and approached me. He did not say a word and I readied myself to battle him, yet I could not for a tremendous fear had gripped me. Long did I stand there trembling before the old man spoke. He spoke of my blood and the ancient power therein. He spoke of dragons and of destiny. He spoke of the need to battle evil and to defend all the clans of these lands from that which threatened them. I realised that he was not speaking the common tongue nor my father’s tongue, yet I could understand him perfectly. He bade me follow him and I did without hesitation. All winter did I stay with him and he taught me to master my blood for there is a third power that flows within them, alongside the blood of my caln and my father’s people, the power of the dragons.When the spring melt came the man sent me away to do his work, and I went to do it willingly for I had changed, not only in body but in mind. For years I roamed these lands battling terrible monsters, and sinister evils in order to keep my clan and my people safe. Torvak Redclaw is what my clan now call me for my claws are stained with the blood of our enemies.Of late I have felt that same watchfulness again, and one frosty night the man came to me once more and gifted me the sword I now bare, he said I had earned it. Before I could thank him he was gone and for a moment I thought I saw a bat or some such creature shadowed against the moon. The next day came the most drastic change to my body yet, wings had started growing. I know that greater trials stand before me, yet my blood will not fail me.” Torvak stopped writing and put the quill down, "Bah, I sound like a city man when I write", he thought to himself.Name: Torvak Redclaw Race: Half-OrcClass: Barbarian 1/Sorceror 4/Dragon Disciple 9Xp: 96000Alignment: NG, Gender: Male, Age: 26Descriptiom: Torvak stands an inch over seven feet tall. What skin that isn't covered in golden scales has a green palour to it and his features betray his orcish blood. Broad of shoulder and heavily muscled Torvak looks like a formidable man. His clawed hands, golden wings and a maw full of oversized sharp teath give him a monstrous appearance.Abilities: Str: 30(+10) = 15 Point Buy + 2 Orc + 4 Dragon Disciple +3 Level + 6 Belt of Giant StrengthDex: 12(+1) = 12 Point Buy Con: 16(+3) = 12 Point Buy +2 Dragon Disciple + 2 Amulet of HealthWis: 10(+0) = 10 Point Buy Int: 12 (+1) = 12 Point Buy -2 Half Orc +2 Dragon Disciple(@lvl13)Cha:12 (+1) = 14 Point Buy -2 Half OrcSaving ThrowsFortitude: +15 = +6 (Dragon Disciple) + 2 (Barbarian) + 1(Sorceror) + 3 (Con) +3 (Rat)Reflex:  +5 = +1 (Sorceror) +3 (Dragon Disciple) + 1(Dex)Will: +10 = +6 (Dragon Disciple) + 4 (Sorceror) Hitpoints: 129 = 12 + (3*4)+(7*9)+42AC: 30 = 10 + 3 (natural armour) + 9(+5 mithral chain shirt 10 %spell failure) + 2 (Ring of Protection) +1 (dex) +5(+4 Mithral Buckler) Initiative: +1Speed: Base 40, Fly 40(average)BAB: +9Melee: +19 = +9 BAB +10 StrRanged: +10 = +9BAB +1 DexAttack: +1 Adamantine Holy Frost Longsword  +21 melee (1d8+10 + 1d6 Cold + 2d6vs.Evil Crit 17-20) or Claw  +19 melee (1d6+10)Full Attack: +1 Adamantine Holy Frost Longsword  +21/+16 melee (1d8+10 + 1d6 Cold + 2d6 vs.Evil Crit 17-20) and Bite +17 melee(1d6+10) and Claw +16 melee(1d4+10)Skills (b=barbarian, dd=divine disciple, s=sorcerer)Concentration +11= + 8ranks(dd) + 3conDiplomacy +5 = +5ranks(dd) + 1chaHandle Animal +2= +1 rank(b) +1chaGather Info +3 = +2 ranks(dd) + 1chaIntimidate: +5 = +4ranks(b) + 1cha Knowledge Arcana +9 = 8ranks(s) + 1intKnowledge Geography +2 = 1rank(dd) + 1intKnowledge Local +2 = 1rank(dd) + 1intLanguage Draconic 2(b)Listen +1 = +1 rank(b)Literacy 2(b)Ride: +2 = +1 rank(b) + 1dexSpot +3 = +3 ranks(dd)Swim +11 = +1ranks(b) +11 str Survival: +4 = +4ranks(b)Feats: Power Attack, Cleave, Weapon Focus Longsword, Improved Critical: Longsword, Multiattack Special: Breath Attack Fire Cone 4d8 1/day(Gold dragon),  Rage 1/day, Darkvision 60’, Blindsense 30’, Bite and Claw attacks, Natural Armour +3, Wings, Summon Familiar(Rat)Languages: Common, Orc, Draconic, literacyItems: Belt of Giant Strength +6 = 32000Mithral Chain +5 (10% spell failure, max dex 6, check penalty 0) = 26100Amulet of Health +2 = 4000Ring Of Protection +2 = 8000Mithral Buckler +4(0% spell failure, check penalty 0) = 17015Boots of Speed= 12000+1 Adamantine Holy Frost Longsword = 350152 x potion of greater magic fang +1 = 30005 x potion of cure light wounds = 5001 x cure serious wounds = 1500Eversmoking bottle = 5200Bag of Holding Type II = 5000Backpack, Bedroll, Blanket, Scroll Case, Chalk, Crowbar, Flint and Steel, Masterwork Manacles, 50' Silk Rope, Shovel, Tent, Waterskin, Whetstone, Traveler's Outfit, Spell Component pouch =85.63Gold 574.37Spells per dayLvl 0: 6Lvl 1: 7Lvl 2: 10Spells KnownLevel 0Light, Mending, Detect Magic, Ghost Sound, Prestidigitation, Mage HandLevel 1True Strike, Enlarge Person, Ray of EnfeeblementLevel 2Cat’s Grace[edit- Added Rage 1/day and changed base dragon type to gold. Swapped Protection from Evil to Ray of Enfeeblement. Added mundane Equipment and decreased Dex by 1. Added description.]</blockquote>

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