Vraxen Pax
Human, male,Origins: from the city of Bergen in the county of Bar-Innis in the Duchy of Dunstrand; Lay Follower of Rastur (Lion Lord) - Concept: trouble shooter/security expert
Background: Charlatan
Scam Favorite: Cheat at games of chance (loaded dice, marked cards, etc.)
Feature: False Identity - but too stopud to make it convincing
Personality Trait: I lie about almost everything, even when there is no good reason to.
Ideal: Aspiration - I am determined to make something of myself
Bond: I fleeced the wrong person and must work to ensure that this individual never crosses paths with me or those i care about.
Flaw: I am always in debt, i spend my ill gotten gains on decadent luxuries faster than i bring them in.
Alignment: Unaligned
PROFICIENCY BONUS = +2
Class: Fighter 4th
Archetype/Path: Champion
HP: 7,7,7,7 + 8 = 36
Charisma: 8 -1
Constitution: 14 +2 {proficient}
Dexterity: 12 +1
Intelligence: 9 -1
Sanity: 9 -1
Strength: 18 +4 {proficient}
Wisdom: 15 +2
Essence 9+7/2 = 8
Communication:
Gladornian (speak + literate),
Powers:
Second Wind: Regain 5 + fighter level as a Bonus Action 1/short rest
Action Surge: Take 1 added normal action on top of all others 1/short rest
Skills:
Proficient = Deception (CHA), Sleight of Hand (DEX), Athletics (STR), Perception (WIS), Stealth (DEX)
Lores: (+1) Dunstrand, Heraldry
Feats:
Lucky: 3 luck points per long rest; D20 for attack, ability check, or saving throw / or use as attackers attack check
Sentinel (opportunist): Striking a creature w/opportunity attack reduces target speed to zero; Disengage cannot prevent opportunity attacks, creature within 5' makes an attack against another target, use reaction to make an attack against that creature.
Traits:
Vice-Ridden (1/3 all income gone to vice)
Compulsion: Tall Tales/Boasting (SAN check)
Toughness (+1 hp/HD average)
Tithe 10% (faith)
Code of Conduct
Fame: 2 (heartlands)
Affinity: Kinetic
Armor:
Proficient = All Armor, All Shields
Weapons:
Proficient = Simple Weapons, Martial Weapons
Fighting Style: Defense (while wearing armor +1 AC)
Tools:
Disguise Kit, Forgery Kit {proficient} - really not handy with this stuff though
Equipment:
Armor: studded leather (12 + 1 full Dex bonus; +1), med. shield (+2) = AC: 17
Weapons: Light Crossbow (4 dam/10 special made bolts base 6 dam/half range), short sword (4+4 dam/+1 450 silvers craftsmanship from Duke's guard), hand ax (3+4 dam), broad sword (5+4 dam/+1 base)
Silver: 278 + 220sc ruby
Saddle and riding gear +2 ride (gift from Earl)
Father was the captain of the guard in Bergen (in Bar-Innis/Dunstrand), mother was a serving wench; Vraxen is a bastard.
Adventured with Morgent, Porthias, Sandovhal, Hareen, and Bailyn. Not friendly with Djuril
(once Herald and now majordomo of the Earl's court), Last heard of in the Band of Crows - Vraxen's choice...
Month 7, 9139 CY; Came to Dunstrand City with an entourage of the Earl of Bar-Innis in order to serve his interests with the Duke. His penchant for stretching the truth at first makes him a colorful character and popular - especially his tales of travel in the north. However, his boastful nature soon gets the better of him and he becomes an embarrassment on several occasions. The Heralds of Bar-Innis release him from his duty, procuring for him an appointment of Sergeant in the Dukes house guards.
The Fight Legend: An aging knight, the uncle to the famous Sir Hugh Pritchard, and Vraxen were both trying to woo the same lady and came to blows. Steel was drawn and a duel commenced. Up and down the streets they fought as the sun set, neither gaining the upper hand. They fought until it became a brawl in the muddy streets – until finally Vraxen conceded the fight gracefully, Acknowledging that the old bear had proven his worth and was still the champion so many remembered. But Pritchard would not let it go, and while Vraxen knelt, he attempted to kill him. However, Vraxen dove forward, cutting his legs out from under him, and Dolgrath fell, impaling
himself on his own knife and dying. Vraxen arranged for full military honors at his funeral.
The Real Story: It was a drunken brawl - under it all, it was that. But it was over a whore.
At one point, Vraxen yelled out "You old bag of wind – i've shit myself and I cant see" –
who knows know if it was shit or mud in his eyes. The whore laughed and threw her kerchief and both of us lunged, colliding with each other. The old bastard lurched forward, kerchief in had after knocking my off my feet. He was heading for the meat platter, shouting how he was 'king' and his victory had made him hungry, pulled out his knife, slipped in some horse shit and fell on his own blade. It was a dirty tavern and everyone was drunk. Certainly no one of repute saw what really happened, and the story just got more outrageous over time - and Vraxen did nothing to fix it. He paid for the funeral out of guilt.
Month 10, 9140 CY; He begins his tenure as a Sergeant of the Dukes house guards. It is a boring job, and one that brings him close to the ladies of the court. He disgraces one such married woman with his boastfulness and indiscretion. He is immediately but on 'special duty' and sent to the remote reaches of the fief of Dunstrand to guard over the Duke's cattle herd.
Month 4, 9141 CY; His prowess and what is left of his reputation catapult him to the top of the social pile in the remote house of Baron Redben. His spirits and mirth soon make him popular, and his boastfulness makes him the toast and life of the parties. He binges however, with little else to do, and his drinking and boastfulness catch up to him once again. After successfully leading the defense of an attack on the herd from Orrish at night, he promptly gets drunk and lets the herd be raided by tribesmen during the day. He is finally let go from the Duke's service.
Month 11, 9141 CY; He returns to Dunstrand City and begins to burn through all his hard earned
money he saved up over the years. He ends up owing a certain money lender an excessive amount
of silver and is forced into providing muscle for a local named Pekki Netherwood - obviously
the boss of the money lender. Pekki has an associate named Abani - a half orc. This half spawn and
him find out they have some acquaintences in common - Porthias and Sandovhal. Finding himself throwing caution to the wind, he and Abani become fast friends. He is shunned by many of the others in the organization that works for Pekki, but Vraxen feels more comfortable with Abani than the other mercs, cut-throats and thieves.
9142, Month 6, Day 10; Abani puts Vraxen in touch with a group he said is working for Pekki.
They just did a job - there's rumors abounding that they did not do well - and are on their way out of town. Abani introduces them and says Vraxen would be a good addition to the team and help on the task at hand. Headed SW into the Riverdans, Vraxen joins up with the group.
Companions: Beedle, Belim, Grumwell (dead), Ace...
Ace and Vraxen...
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