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looks like set2 of course will edit this profile and let you know when he is ready


interested

set 1:
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 4) + 6 = 15
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 6 = 11
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 6 = 10
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 6 = 11
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3) + 6 = 13
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 6 = 11

set 2:
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 6) + 6 = 16
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 3) + 6 = 11
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 6) + 6 = 13
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 5) + 6 = 14
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 3) + 6 = 11
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 6) + 6 = 15


Bron (don't call him Brondolin please) is up for some adventure. He is a human cleric of Milani, born and raised in Galt.

Party role will be healer, buffer, and back up frontline warrior. If his stats don't help with his ability to attack he will try and help flank opponents giving the powerhouses a better chance to take down an opponent.

Background: Born and raised in one of the many no named villages along the Boarwood did nothing to help a young lad learn piety or patience. If anything he rebelled against the wishes of his parents and town elders and sought out trouble wherever he went. In Galt the smaller you stay the safer you were, but also the more boring the place you lived.

Bron wanted nothing more than to join in the revolution to be someone whose name would be written into the histories. To this end he joined The Bright Messengers (one of the many groups of young men who thought they could rule better than the current chairman of the Revolutionary Council) and was soon attending secret meetings and running messages for the leaders from sect to sect.

One night he and others were burned out of a barn by another group of revolutionaries and Bron fled into the dark and became lost in the woods. Stumbling half starved on an old church ( a pathfinder sanctuary) he was taken in by the two brothers who lived there alone. It was here that he finally learned the patience and piety he knew he would need to one day go forth and start making a difference, to one day have his name immortalized (although he would prefer to be know as Bron and not Brondolin).


Here is something I found through goggle - might be a good start for deities since I wish to play Bron as a Cleric.

Spoiler:

Deity...............AL..Domains....................................Favored Weapon
Heironeous..........LG..Good,Law,War,Liberation,Nobility...........longswor d
Moradin.............LG..Earth,Good,Law,Protection,Artifice.........warhamme r
Yondalla............LG..Good,Law,Protection,Community,Weather......short sword
Ehlonna.............NG..Animal,Good,Plant,Sun,Community............longbow

Garl Glittergold....NG..Good,Protection,Trickery,Charm,Liberation..sword cane
Corellon Larethian..CG..Chaos,Good,Protection,War,Nobility.........curved blade
Kord................CG..Chaos,Good,Luck,Strength,Glory.............greatswo rd
Pelor...............NG..Good,Healing,Sun,Glory,Repose..............battle aspergillum

Wee Jas.............LN..Death,Law,Magic,Repose,Rune................light mace
St. Cuthbert........LN..Destruction,Law,Protection,Strength,Glory..heavy mace
Boccob..............N...Knowledge,Magic,Trickery,Artifice,Rune.....quarters taff
Fharlanghn..........N...Luck,Protection,Travel,Charm,Liberation....sling staff
Obad-Hai............N...Air,Animal,Earth,Fire,Plant,Water,Weather..club
Olidammara..........CN..Chaos,Luck,Trickery,Darkness,Charm.........starknif e
Hextor..............LE..Destruction,Evil,Law,War,Nobility..........flail
Nerull..............NE..Death,Evil,Trickery,Destruction,Rune.......scythe
Vecna...............NE..Evil,Knowledge,Magic,Darkness,Artifice.....dagger
Erythnul............CE..Chaos,Evil,Trickery,Destruction,Madness....mornings tar
Gruumsh.............CE..Chaos,Evil,Strength,War,Nobility...........great axe

Background:
Bron woke in a cold sweat his breath coming in short gasps. "That dream... no nightmare." he said as he threw the hot wool blanket of him and put his bare feet to the floor. The stone was cold but that felt good to him at the moment he was so hot he was still sweating.

He took to steps to his chest in the small cell he had in the House of Radiance, and found a candle. "Pelor give me the gift of light." he whispered the pray and a spark of fire lept from his finger to light the candle. The room brightened and Bron felt better almost immediately.

Knowing that he needed to report his dream he dawned his vestments and went to find a high ranking acolyte. Dreams were sometimes portents or glimpses of the future given to men by the gods to help them combat evil or save those who are good. Bron prayed his was just a standard nightmare and nothing would be thought more of it.

Three days later as he rode the back of a turnip wagon on his way to Diamond Lake he remembered that last thought. "Guess Pelor heard all my prayers but that one." he sighed to himself.