| Full
Name |
Edeldhur Beltharan |
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| Race |
Human |
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| Classes/Levels |
Fighter (Lore Warden) lvl1 |
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| Gender |
Male |
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| Size |
6 feet |
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| Age |
32 |
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| Alignment |
Chaotic Good |
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| Strength |
11 |
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| Dexterity |
18 |
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| Constitution |
12 |
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| Intelligence |
14 |
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| Wisdom |
10 |
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| Charisma |
12 |
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About Edeldhur
Edeldhur
Human Fighter (Lore Warden) 1
CG Medium Humanoid (human)
Init +6; Senses Perception +0
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Defense
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AC 18, touch 15, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +4 Dex, +1 dodge)
hp 11 (1d10+1)
Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +0
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Rapier +5 (1d6/18-20/x2) and
. . Scimitar +2 (1d6/18-20/x2)
Ranged Shortbow +5 (1d6/x3)
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Statistics
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Str 11, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 12
Base Atk +1; CMB +1; CMD 16
Feats Dodge, Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus (Scimitar)
Traits Buccaneer's Blood, Captain's Blade (Acrobatics), Reactionary
Skills Acrobatics +8, Climb +4, Escape Artist +3, Fly +3, Intimidate +6, Knowledge (local) +6, Knowledge (nature) +6, Perform (dance) +2, Profession (sailor) +5, Ride +3, Stealth +3, Swim +3
Languages Common, Daemonic, Undercommon
Combat Gear Arrows (40), Rapier, Scimitar, Shortbow, Studded leather armor; Other Gear Flint and steel, Ink, black, Parchment (2), Signet ring, Waterskin
"I was brought up to be a soldier and an educated man – my father, a soldier himself, made sure that this would be an unquestionable decision for his one and only son. Even though he does not understand it, I thank him for that and I am grateful for all that he has taught and shared with me, but it is not enough…
I need to be on the move, I cannot stay put in a place doing the same thing every single day of my life until it is too late to try anything different – “This is all your mother’s fault!! Get out!” – I guess my mother did have a finger in all of this, in my unrest, but he does not understand that she was not the reason behind all that happened – she did not push my hand when I thrust the hilt of my sword in the sergeant’s face, and she did not push me out the door when I told her, on one of our many conversations late at night over a glass of warm cider, that I NEEDED to leave.
But she understood, she also needed to do and see different things – “You father is the best man I have ever met” – she would tell me, and I know she felt it but there was more than that, and she felt it too – why would then she train the rapier when my father was not at home, or why would we compete on dagger target practice in the backyard when we thought no one was around to watch us – always in secret, always stifling what is new and different. Yet she is happy, and she loves my father, so she stays.
What he does not understand is that it was not the military or combat training that drove me out (even though the constant orders being barked grated on my nerves) – I can use a sword as well or better than any one of the others sharing my position, even though I fell the rapier as an extension of my arm when I fight with it, I have no aversion to a shield or a long sword – that is too simplistic. What actually stirred up my unrest were all the books that my father made me read and study – there are just too many things out there to be missed if I stay in one single place…"
