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About Bran Morigon

Age: 23
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin: Light Tan

XP: 10,500

Durability:
Hit Points: 38 (+2 Con)
Initiative: +1
Armor Check Penalty: -5
Speed: 20 feet (in armor)
Armor Class: 23 (10, +1 Dex, +8 Banded Mail +1, +1 Shield +1)
Touch: 11; Flat-Footed: 18
Racial Bonuses: +2 on one ability score, no size penalties, bonus feat, bonus skill point.

Saves:
Fortitude: +6 (4 +2 Con)
Reflex: +2 (1 +1 Dex)
Will: 1 (1 Bravery +1 vs. fear saves)
Racial Bonuses: none

Combat:
Base Attack Bonus: +5
Melee Attack Bonus: +8 (5 BAB +3 Str)
Range Attack Bonus: +6 (5 BAB +1 Dex)
Combat Maneuver Bonus: 18 (10 +5 BAB +3 Str)
Combat Maneuver Defense: 15 (10 +1 Base +3 Str + 1 Dex)

+1 Longsword: +10 Melee (1d6/1d8 +4; 19-20/x2; S)
MW Longsword: +9 Melee (1d6/1d8 +3; 19-20/x2; S)
Dagger: +8 Melee (1d4 +3; 19-20/x2; P; 10 ft)
Throwing Axe: +6 Ranged (1D4/1D6 +3 x2; S; 10 ft)
Class Bonus: Armor Training & Weapon Training (Blades, Heavy)

Skills:(10)
Climb: +3 (+3 Str)
Craft: Woodworking: +5 (1 rank; +1 Int)
Handle Animal: +7 (3 rank; +1 Cha)
Intimidate: +3 (2 rank; +1 Cha)
Knowledge (geography): +5 (1 rank; +1 Int)
Profession (Woodcutter; Lumber worker) +4 (1 rank)
Ride: +7 (2 rank; +1 Dex)
Sense Motive: +8 (4 rank; Trait modifier)
Survival: +7 (4 rank)
Swim: +3 (+3 Str)

Feats:
Weapon Focus: Longsword
Cleave: An extra attack if first attack hits
Power Attack
Endurance (+4 bonus on various checks vs. fatigue and damage)
Bonus: Shield Proficiency

Character Traits:
Courageous - +2 on saves vs. Fear effects.
Suspicious - +1 on Sense Motive checks.

Equipment:
Backpack (2gp; 24lbs) > Bedroll (1sp; 5lbs), Chalk x3 (3cp), Crowbar (2gp; 5lbs), 50' Hemp Rope (1gp; 10lbs), Flint/steel (1gp), Trail Rations x5 (25sp; 5lbs), 4 Torches (4cp; 4lbs), Whetstone (2cp; 1lb), Large sack (1sp; 1/2lb), Waterskin (1gp; 4lbs).
Newly purchased: Antitoxin (x2) - 100 gp
Antiplague (x2) - 100 gp
Body balm (x4) - 100 gp
Vermin repellent (20) - 100 gp
Compass - 1 gp
Hot weather clothing - 8 gp
Everburning Torch - 110 gp
Smokesticks (5) - 100 gp
Sunrods (10) - 20 gp
Tanglefoot bags (3) - 150 gp
Tindertwigs (12) - 12 gp
Thunderstones (5) - 150 gp
Wandermeal (7) - 21 cp

Belt Pouch (1gp) > 33 gold, 10 silver, 10 copper

Armor & Weapons:
Banded Mail +1 (1250gp; +8 AC; 0 AC Penalty; 30lbs)
Shield +1, Blinding (2000gp; +2 AC; -1 AC Penalty; 6lbs)
A shield with this ability flashes with a brilliant light up to twice per day upon command of the wielder. Except for the wielder, anyone within 20 feet must make a DC 14 Ref lex save or be blinded for 1d4 rounds.
Long Sword +1, Shock (2000gp)
Upon command, a shock weapon is sheathed in
crackling electricity that deals an extra 1d6 points of electricity
damage on a successful hit. The electricity does not harm the
wielder. The effect remains until another command is given.
MW Longsword (15gp; 4lbs)
Dagger (2gp; 1lb)
Knife x2 (4gp; 2lbs)
Throwing Axe x2 (16gp; 4lbs)
Javelin of Lightning (x2) (3000gp)

Total Weight: 99lbs
Medium Load: 87-173lbs

Appearance:(see pic)

Background:
Growing up on the edge of the wilderness is tough enough, but growing up in the household of an ex-Pathfinder whose glory days were ruined by a bear and the bottle are much worse. Bran's father was a Pathfinder until a serious mauling by a dire bear took one of his legs and left him unable to work as an adventurer anymore. So, he returned home to the lumber yards of Vellumis and the sawmills and the back-breaking labor and drowned his woes on drink and gambling. A rough man, he was an even rougher husband and father, and Bran learned very quickly to stay out of his way. Bran went to work in the sawmill when he was but 12 years old; big enough to feed lumber through the splitters and blades. Later, he earned a spot on a team of lumberjacks, working the Fangwood, cutting trees, and hauling them back to the mill. He loved being outdoors and the smell of horses and leather, wood and weather. And as long as he was helping to put food on the table, he went largely unnoticed by his father.
But he loved going to town the most - driving the dried lumber to port for ships and buildings, walking the streets and ogling at the shops, the girls, and especially the adventurers. Their tales of brave deeds and dangerous monsters made Bran long for such a life. He had some skill with the axe (he had won a few throwing contests at the yearly festival) but he longed to wield a real sword, one like his father had hanging over the fireplace in their dingy little house on the side of the creek. During his visits to town, he learned that there were schools where men and women were trained to be fighters, but the cost was steep, still, he made up his mind to save up and apply.
For three years he saved every coin he could. For three years he put up with taunts from his friends for not going drinking with them. For three years he listened to his father take out his frustrations on his mother and his two younger sisters.
And on his nineteenth birthday, Bran waited for his father to return home from the tavern; everything he owned was packed away and ready. He had given his mother and sisters some money to make a fresh start and had sent them away to live with family. And when his father came home, drunk and angry and ready to fight, Bran told him everything that he had done and what he was about to do. He figured his father would try to kill him, maul him, ruin him like he was ruined. But...his father simply reached above the fireplace, took down his old sword, and handed it to Bran.

"Ye earned it, I reckon," he said. "Take it and make yourself a better man than I am. Work hard and trust no one, else ye'll end up like me."
Bran swallowed hard and said, "I will do my best."
His father nodded and turned away...and that was the last Bran ever saw or heard of him.

Bran didn't have enough gold to get into the fighter's training school, but he was strong and stubborn, so they let him in if he agreed to work for the rest of his tuition. Honed by years of hauling lumber, Bran worked hard, both at his studies and after classes. For a year, he trained and worked, and graduated as a fighter, carrying a sword and shield, ready to see the world.
He had heard of Korvosa all his life and decided that he would start there, looking for any type of work where he could ply his skills with a sword in hand. He was determined to do his best...just like he promised his father.
And for the next three years, he did. Traveling the region, Bran battled evil forces in Bloodsworn Vale, put down uprisings, helped settle disputes along the borders of the Southern Fangwood - whatever a landholder or lord needed done, he did it. He earned the respect of his fellow warriors and tried his best to treat people fairly.
He visits his mother and sisters about twice a year in Tamran; his oldest sister, now married, lives in Brindol. Through the mouths of the common folk, he has heard that there is trouble brewing in the Elsir Vale...and he aims to find out about it and do what he can to stop it.