DM Default: Princes of the Apocalypse (Inactive)

Game Master inxpitter

str 16
dex 10
con 14
int 10
wis 15
cha 10
HP 24
AC 18

Prof +2
Init +0
speed: 25'

Saves:
str +3
dex +0
con +2
int +0
wis +4
cha +2

Quarterstaff: +5 to hit; 1d6+3 damage
Lv 1 slots(4/day):
Cure Light Wounds, Bless, Healing Word, Guiding Bolt, Detect Magic

Lv 2 slots(2/day):
Silence, Lesser restoration, Prayer of healing, Spiritual weapon

Skill proficiencies
Medicine, Athletics, Persuasion, Intimidation

Class Features

Bonus proficiency : When you choose this domain at 1st level, you gain proficiency in heavy armor

Disciple of Life:
Also starting at 1st level, your healing spells are more effective. Whenever you use a spell of 1st level or higher to restore hit points to a creature, the creature regains additional hit points equal to 2 + the spell's level.

Channel Divinity: Preserve Life
Starting at 2nd level, you can use your CHannel Divinity to heal the badly injured.
As an action, you present your holy symbol and evoke healing energy that can restore a number of hit points equal to five times your cleric level. Choose any creatures within 30 feet of you, and divide those hit points among them. This feature can restore a creature to no more than half its hit point maximum. You can't use this feature on an undead or a construct.

Equipment
Chaimail, Quarterstaff, Shield (Holy Symbol Reliquary), Holy Symbol (Amulet), Bedroll, 2 torches, 2 Sacks, Fishing Tackle, Grappling hook, Shovel, 1 Vial, 2 Chalk, 5 Parchment, Miners Pick, 1 Dagger, 10 Pitons, 1 warhammer, 1 hammer, Spear, Explorer's pack, 1 set of bone dice, Signal Whistle, Explorer's Pack

Background
Soldier (Support Staff – Medic)
Personality Trait – I can stare down a hell hound without flinching
Ideal – Our lot is to lay down our lives in the defense of others.
Bond – I would still lay down my life for the people I served with
Flaw – I’d rather eat my armor then admit I’m wrong

Hook
The Fugitive
You are on the trail of a ruthless murderer, Bastian Thermandar. Know as an arsonist who burns his victims to death, he has fled to the Dessarin Valley, where your trail currently leads you. You must bring him to justice

Krogar was out with his mercenary company, the Silver Shields, fighting orcs in the Sword Mountains, and after a successful campaign, he returned to visit his hometown, to find some of his clan dead, many others hurt and their houses burnt down. The cause? A human named Bastian Thermandar, who was given shelter, but repaid the clan’s kindness by going on an arson spree. Krogar has applied for leave from his mercenary company, vowed to hunt the arsonist down and bring him to justice, and has tracked him down to Dessarin Valley.

Krogar is gruff and has no time for polite niceties, like most of his dwarven buddies. He is also as stubborn as a rock. However, once you get to know him better, he is a staunch and loyal friend who will stand beside you no matter what happens. He does not give his word often, but if he does, he always fulfills what he promises, and he detests people who make promises they don't keep. He values family and friends above all else.

Human: Feat, Resilient - +1 to 2 Abilities - Proficient Skill - Insight.

Languages - Common & Draconic

Proficiency Bonus - Intelligence, Wisdom & Constitution (Feat)
Sailor Skills - Athletic & Perception
Wizard Skills - Knowledge Arcana & Investigation.

HP = 20.
AC = 11

Personality Trait - I stretch the truth for the sake of a good story,
Ideal - People - I am committed to my crew mates not to ideals.
Bond - In a harbor town, I have a paramour whose eyes nearly stole me from the sea.
Flaw - I can't help but pocket loose coins and other trinkets I come across.

Equipment - Navigator's tools, belaying pin, 50' rope,lucky stone (from sea floor), common clothes, 10 GP.

Special Ability - Abjuration Savant
Arcane Ward - Absorbs Damage.

Spells:

Cantrips 3 (Known) - Blade Ward, Mage Hand,

Spells Per Day 1st - 4
2nd - 2

Known - 1st 8 - Chromatic Orb, Feather Fall, Detect Magic, Sleep, Grease, Mage Armor, Jump, Comprehend Languages
2nd 2 - Gust of Wind, Scorching Ray

Variant Feature - Bad Reputation.

Adventure Hook - Shatterkeel’s Trail

Months ago, Gar Shatterkeel destroyed the your ship by conjuring a powerful storm. Dozens of sailors died, and now the character intends revenge. Hunting him down has proven difficult, but you have heard he hides somewhere along the shores of the Dessarin River.

Backstory: Vikral grew up in the city of Luskan an orphan in the streets of that rough city. Living in the shadows of the Captains and their dark allies the drow, Vikral quickly learned that power only respects power.

Once old enough he joined crew to sail the seas and perhaps even profit from piracy if it came to it. Soon enough he realized that he was not cut out for the intensive labor the life of a sailor would require. While tireless his frail frame had difficulty performing some of the functions on the ship.

Still he made sure that his toughness shown through never backing down from a fight. His reputation for a being a tough, if not competent, fighter grew and he was able to avoid fights through intimidation via a silver tongue rather than actual fisticuffs.

That silver tongue caught the eye of the weather wizard, Aldous Marouf. An aging bachelor wizard, Aldous had no one to pass his legacy on to, at least until he met Vikral. After a few years on the crew of a Kurth ship, Vikral was brought under the wing of Aldous. Six years was a long time to be apprenticed and to serve on a crew that changed personnel so frequently.

Now nearly 30 sitting in a tavern in an Inn at Red Larch, Vikral thinks fondly of that crew, his sponsor in the Art, and laments the bastard that sunk the ship, Gar Shatterkeel. He is around here, somewhere in this area of the Realms and Vikral will find him and give him pay back to be certain...

DEFENSE
AC 14 (16 with shield)
hp 32 (3d12+6)

OFFENSE
Speed 25ft, 50ft. flying
Melee Greatsword +4 2d6+2 (+4 while raging)
Longsword +4 1d8+2 (+4 while Raging)(1d10 with no shield)

STATISTICS
Str 15, Dex 14, Con 15, Int 8, Wis 14, Cha 8
Skills Athletics +4, Perception +4, Stealth +4, Survival +4
Languages Common, Aarakocra, and Auran

SPECIAL ABILITIES
Rage 3/day (Damage +2), Unarmored Defense, Reckless Attack, Danger Sense, Primal Path: Totem of the Eagle, Wanderer

EQUIPMENT
Greatsword
Longsword
Shield
Explorer’s pack
Trumpet (+2)
Bear Skin (Worn)
Traveler’s clothes (Worn)
4 Javelins
Hunting Trap
Staff
4 Nets

GOLD
65 gp

PERSONALITY & BACKGROUND
Ideals
-Respect
-Family (Modified. Less about blood and more about bonds)

Bond
The Daawsun (Dawson when pronounced right) family is the family that saved Zeek and gave him a home for a few years. He is more then just grateful to him. They are his family now.

Flaw
Naive and unlearned, Zeek can be easily tricked or swayed that certain things are 'the way they are' with ground folk. He's very adept at surviving and fighting but he was young when his tribe was killed, barely a hunter, and though his time with the Daawsun family has taught him a few things he has never been to a settlement larger then the one the Daawsun family is at.

His high wisdom does mean he'll likely learn in time, with help, so I may end up having to trade this flaw out for another flaw. Or it might come to represent a more natural sort of intuition that doesn't translate to socializing.

How Zeek survived he knows not. The ceiling should have killed him. The Fall should have killed him. The hay could not save him. And yet... it did. With some help from those who owned it.

Zeek will start at the beginning. Before... before the Fall. Before the End.

Zeek was flying with his tribe, hunting for food. We had learned to avoid taking from the ground folk. They got angry when we did. Came at Zeek and his family with bows. It was strange how they 'herded' these creatures but we learned to watch for the signs and in the end there was plenty for all in this land.

This day, the Hunters flew. We needed more meat for the young ones who could not fly. Zeek had hunted before but never for so many. Then they came. One moment the skies belonged to Zeek and the birds. Then there were... Others. Creatures like the Pony's that the ground folk road but with wings. Atop their back rode ground folk in metal and carrying metal.

Warriors.

We tried to fly around but they gave chase. The Hunters were not to be hunted. We spun about to deal with these would be hunters, but found our simple wooden spears ineffective against their metal. Their mounts even wore it. It slowed them but the advantage it gave was undeniable.

They retaliated.

Zeek Fell. His Tribe Fell. Then there was blackness. Then pain.

Pain meant life. Zeek survived! Only Zeek survived...

The Barn. The hole in it was Zeek Falling. The Ground Folk... They found Zeek... and they took him in. They healed him, though it took many months for his wings to recover. Zeek knew pain... Many pains. Word of other Hunters found. None alive. All dead. The tribe must know. Zeek worked hard to regain his strength. The Ground Folk, so kind, helped him.

Reluctant but needful, Zeek left Ground Folk and returned to nest. All dead. Feathers found. Hair found... Metal found. The would be Hunters. Ground Folk that Flew. They had tracked Hunters back to Zeeks nest and... and...

Zeek felt anger. Such anger. And pain. Such pain. Alone, he flew, wishing to Fall. Without realizing he flew to the Barn. The Ground Folk were still there. Hearing Zeeks tale, they wept with Zeek, and offered him a new nest in the Barn.

In return, Zeek hunted for them, for his new tribe, the Ground Folk tribe known as the Daawsun family. He earned his keep. He learned the land. And he grew happy again.

Then they came. The Ground Folk that Flew. The Daawsun hatchlings called them... Feathergale Knights.

Anger. Such Anger. Zeek flew as they landed. Waited for them to separate. Watched as they came to each farm in the area to take, to kill. One by one Zeek killed the Knights. His talons tore their throats. Then his hands took their weapons and he used those to pierce their metal.

Three died. Most escaped. Zeek intends to follow. The Daawsun family says Zeek should not, should stay and hide. Zeek cannot. His new tribe was attacked. He must... Must protect them. Now he has a metal disk and metal weapons too.

No more family will Fall.