About GrellikGrellik
A mountainous man, though common for a bugbear, Grellik stands out whether he likes it or not. Wears loose, breathable clothing when not armored, in which case he wears his trusty mail over leather and under a tabbard bearing the grinning teeth of the Bogsharks. In cities, or other situations where he must be clandestine about his race, he wears longs sleeves and gloves, with a wrap up to his mid-forearm, his pants tucked into his boots, and tops it off with a facemask and long, hooded cloak.
Personality: Battle-thirsty, but with a strong sense of justice. Loyal to a fault. Is quick to laugh, though he can grow pensive equally fast. Ideals: Honor, Courage, Justice. Grellik is a lover of Justice, who has realized that the law does not always serve it. Bonds: My master's memory: He's like a god to me. The Sharks: My only true family Flaws: Headstrong, Quick to jump into danger, especially to defend his friends. Backstory:The broad strokes: Spared as a child and trained my his mentor to be a knight. On the night before he was to be knighted, his master died, supposedly by accident, though Grellik believes otherwise. He had to flee when he wounded a rival in a rage when taunted about his mentor's death. Unable and unwilling to go back to the ways of a bugbear, and unaccepted in normal society even without a price on his head, he made his way to The Boss, knowng him to not judge by race.The Boss took him in, and 11 years ago he joined the Bogsharks.
the story of Grellik pt1:
“I still remember that day like it was yesterday.” Grellik sits in front of you, sipping spirits as he reminisces. “I was 10 summers—still 5 years too young to be in a warband.. But I just had to see it.” He shakes his head.”I was in love with Gru'Hkar...I suppose the best word for it in the tongues of men is manliness, though there is more to it than that. I wanted to be a warrior so badly, to creep up unseen, to vanquish our foes. The tales of warbands past always captured my mind. Hmm, no, it would be best to say they captured me completely; held me in their thrall. I couldn’t wait one summer, much less five!” He laughs heartily, grinning with fangs bared.
“So I snuck into the supply wagons, toward the back, so I would be unnoticed until we made camp. And so it was, I was not found until that night when tents were pitched, and boars had begun to roast on spits. They hauled me out before the camp, and I prepared myself for whatever reprimand I would receive.” Grellik smiles and takes a sip. “Ironically, it was my father, not the warleader, who gave me the worst of it. But after a few bruises and an earful of yelling, I was allowed to stay. They cut down a spear for me to use, and sent me about the camp to do whatever menial work the warriors needed. I had not had a happier day in my young life. I was bursting with pride, and spent quite a while looking up at the stars—the heroes of the past, it was said—before I fell asleep.” He pauses for some time. When he breaks into the dead space, it is with solemnity. “It was the last day I would see my father alive. We had made ourselves quite a nuisance, and a band of footmen, led by a handful of knights, had been dispatched to end the disturbance. We fought well, but the knights were skilled, and their armor turned many blows. In the end we were routed.” “I looked around for my father, but could not find him—suddenly, Gru'Hkar was not so important to this child,” he comments with sad, distant eyes.“ I found him, running from a knight, throwing down another warrior, who's side was already dripping blood. I called out to my father, and he screamed at me to run, but I would not. Something changed in me, at that instant I crossed a threshold and could not return. I ran to the fallen warrior, knocking aside a deadly thrust of the knights sword by a hairsbreadth with my spear, shattering it. My weapon gone, I draw the warriors dagger from his belt, and turned to face the knight again. He had drawn his weapon back, but had not moved from that spot, eyes gazing at me from behind a darkened eye slit. I screamed at him, slashing my dagger furiously in both hands.” “He easily batted away the dagger with his shield, and sheathed his sword. He barked at the others who had gathered in their tongue—one I did not yet know, and there was a brief argument. Eventually they acquiesced it seemed, shaking their their heads.” he pointed to the warrior, and I saw that he was dieing. I knelt by him, and received his last words, tears running down my cheek. When he had passed to Hruggek, the knight put his hand on my shoulder. I hissed, or course, and struggled, so I spent the first leg of my journey with him bound, cursing to the sky until I was gagged as well.” “And that was the beginning of my life with Sir Aseir Dirmein.” Total HP 69
Equipment Greatsword, Warhammer, Handaxe, dagger, Deck of Cards, Common Clothes, traveler's outfit, Mail Shirt, Chain Mail, Book of magical theory, Explorer's Pack, belt pouch grapple hook, crowbar, Old squire's cape(its a bit too small now), His mentor's banner, torn on one end where he ripped it off of its pole.
Special Items
Proficient Skills/Tools Athletics+8, History+7, Intimidation+8, Knowledge(Inner Planes)+7, Perception+4, Stealth+4 Simple and Martial Weapons, All armor and Shields, Cards and Land Vehicles
Surprise Attack: Surprise a creature and hit with an attack during the first round of combat; the target takes an extra 2d6 damage from the attack Outlander: Excellent memory for maps and geography, and can always recall the general layout of terrain, settlements, and other features around you. Can find food and fresh water for up to 6 people each day, provided that the land offers berries, small game, water, and so forth. Core Knowledge: Inner Planes - I once had the opportunity to learn quite a bit about a particular, niche subject. I have proficiency on intelligence(arcana) checks where they pertain to the inner planes, and may roll advantage on the same. Second Wind: Heal 1d10+9hp as bonus action, must rest to use again. Action Surge: Gain an extra action. Rest to recover Fighting Style: Defensive fighting. +1 AC when wearing armor Weapon Bond: greatsword and handaxe. cannot be disarmed while wielding unless incapacitated. can call to my hand as bonus action. Extra Attack: Can attack twice instead of once when using the Attack Action. Feat: Great Weapon Mastery: When I crit or reduce an opponent to 0hp, I can make an attack as bonus action. I can choose to take a -5 penalty on melee attacks with 2handed or versatile weapons to gain +10 damage War Magic: use action to cast a cantrip and make one weapon attack as a bonus action. Feat: Resilient:+1 Wisdom and proficiency with Wisdom saves ------------------
1st: 3 slots
]2nd: 2 slots
firebolt visualization:
Grellik traces a red sigil in the air with his hand. He points his hand, and a spectral bow forms over his hand, alabaster glittering with gold, shooting an arrow of flame at the target Magic Missile visualization:
Grellik holds out his hand, several fingers curled in a claw. A spectral bow appears over his hand, alabaster glittering with gold, firing several brilliant white bolts as the spell completes shield visualization:
An oversized, ethereal, armored arm appears almost overlapping with Grellik's arm, forming from the pauldron down to the closed gauntlet. It gleams with translucent white light, the joints outlined in gold, before disappearing again feather fall visualization:
There is a flash, and translucent pauldrons glow blue and gold over the target(s), joining at a shining gorget in the front, and the upper back piece in the back. From the back emerges a pair of shining wings, as the target(s) float slowly toward the ground. ------------------
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