Post by Gris on Jun 1, 2014 8:39:09 GMT -5
TWF that table formatting... so nice. I'm going to finish and clean up mine:
Edit: To avoid any format problems I'm going to spoilertag the whole thing, just in case:
I think that everything is done correctly and I'm not missing anything.
Edit: To avoid any format problems I'm going to spoilertag the whole thing, just in case:
ALIS Female Human Paladin 1 Age: 17 Height: 5'7 Weight: 155 lbs Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Black | Abilities: STRength 17 (+3) DEXterity 13 (+1) CONstitution 16 (+3) INTelligence 7 (-2) WISdom 14 (+2) CHArisma 17 (+3) | Attack: Initiative: +1 Unarmed: +4 ; DMG [1 + 3B] Longsword: +4 ; DMG [1d8 + 3 S] (Versatile 1d10 S) | Defense: Hit Points: 13 Hit Dice: 1d10 Armor Class: 16 Saving Throws: Constitution, Charisma |
Class Features: Divine Sense: Action: Detect fiend/undead and similar within 50 ft. Lay on Hands: Pool of healing by touch with 5hp/level. Also disease/poison per 5hp spent. | Proficiencies: Proficiency Bonus: +1 Armor: All, Shields Weapons: Simple, Martial Tools: Mount (Land), Gaming Set Skills: Persuasion, Athletics, Deception, Intimidation | Spellcasting: | |
Equipment and Notes: Ring Mail (22lb), Shield (8lb), Longsword (4lb), Adventurer's Kit (39lb), 11gp Movement: 30ft (25ft armored) Encumbrance: 73/170lb Languages: Common, Dwarven and Orcish Background: Thug (Bad Reputation) | |||
Growing up as an orphan in Fairhaven gets you into a monastery if you are lucky and into all sorts of trouble if you aren't. Alis seemed cut for what the destiny had given her, being strong enough to brave her way in the slums, with her charm to compensate for a complete lack of wits and formal education. But even then, she really wasn't where she was meant to be. Alis always dreamed of a better life, away from bullying others, where one could use her gifts to protect others, to make them safe from people like... well, herself. Such a chance came the day an old knight, one who anyone would call venerable due to his age, stumbled upon her, wandering aimlessly in the wrong neighborhood. He seemed quite unaware of his surroundings, the cause of that being his advanced age or the bleeding wound in his forehead. It seemed that she wasn't the first thug he had encountered around, as he was wearing little more than his armor. "My beloved, I've found home..." he mumbled, stumbling in her arms, his eyes full of joy. "Daughter of mine, bandits stole my sword, your sword" said afterwards, weighted by shame, making little to no sense. He was clearly confused about who Alis could be, putting her in different places along the old knight's long and eventful history. "I'm here to serve you, my queen" announced once with utter devotion, "this is our last stand, we can't stop the orcs no more..." added then, with a hint of desperate bravado. While his last moments ended, as suddenly as he has appeared, Alis didn't even flinch, looking at his eyes, nodding to every otherworldly situation the knight narrated. Maybe it was the way the knight had talked her a life full of heroic deeds, maybe it was the way he was attacked when he couldn't really defend himself. Alis decided that she had to do something. She found and fought the thieves that attacked the knight, recovering his belongings after taking a wound or three, and took his remains to a temple, thinking that they could honor him there. But then, nobody seemed to know the old knight, or even the emblem on his shield, but the head cleric saw something in Alis. "We can't do much more than offer proper burial" he said, "But you... you can do much more. You can honor the memory of a man nobody seem to remember" added, putting a hand in her shoulder. With her wounds tended, Alis left the temple as a new girl. She was still dimwitted, and her reputation would precede her, but now her strength and her heart were in the right place. |
I think that everything is done correctly and I'm not missing anything.