Turning his head he manages to mumble something vaguely sounding like either a prayer or a curse before spitting to get a sudden acrid taste out of his mouth. He takes just a moment to adjust this bracer over the arm wound he took before looking at Cecilia, "If we were outdoors maybe. But in here? All the smoke will pool in and choke us. If we're not taking him with it's best just to leave him here."
With that statement he turns and looks at the man's remains and makes a quick gesture to both Moradin and Bahamut in turn, whispering to the two Gods of his upbringing in turn that the man finds some rest in the world after.
As Morgrym advances Javos turns to the side, moving so the blade of his sword is between the dwarf and the zombie-to-be. Or at least enough of it that a lunge wouldn't do much more than be slightly startling should the bindings give. Holding the blade firm he glances at the symbol in the dwarf's hands and almost instinctively joins in to the prayer for Moradin's blessing before shaking himself and glancing at the dwarf to speak in Dwarvish, "You ever seen anything like this? It's like the old tales you hear over too many pints, if you ask me."
I'm not one of the cool kids who knows were you get those awesome dwarven runes. Sorry.
Seeing the corpse move was enough to have Javos take a half step back and level his sword at the dead-ish man. While the others spoke he took a moment to look the man over and eye his movements and intent. He'd heard stories, more than once, about undead who were not mindless creatures. Even if he doubted this was the case he couldn't help but reach out and tap the wall with his foot to draw attention, "Oy. Kartenix, was it? You still in there?" He almost immediately chastised himself under his breath, but he couldn't not ask.
He makes a waving gesture at Rhonna, acquiesce to her question with only some mild pain in complaint. Tugging at the straps on his gauntlet he uses it to help put pressure on his own wound as he walks over, still rolling the sting out of his arm as he looks over the chained man, "You alive? Cause I've had enough people chewing and blowing me up for one day if you don't mind."
He glances in Morgrym's direction and spoke in Dwarvish, "If you're handing out healing I'm not going to turn some down."
Jerking at his arm he howls in pain, "Bloody frozen corpses!" When he jerks his arm free he has just a moment to glance at the damage, "Haven't been beaten up this much in so short since I was a lad." He sets his sword and mutters to himself, "Bet the bloody bard uses all the potions on a scratch again..."
He makes a vague gesture behind him as he moves to stow his shield, "I got delayed a bit. But I brought some of the town soldiers with me. Though to be fair they're camped outside and didn't have much love for trudging down here." He slips his sword back into his scabbard, "Last I saw of Din he was back in town running about clucking about something in a tongue I couldn't understand. I opted to bring reinforcements. Though... I did kind of have to trick my away around a whole room of groggy and upset goblins. So I don't think we'll be able to slip back the same way without a hell of a fight."
Turning the corner and taking the stairs downward two at a time he comes to the bottom to see weapons at the ready and makes a decidedly meek noise as he brings brings his shield up to duck his head, not daring to keep too much clearance with a both trained on him, "Easy, damn you! I'm too tall and too bloody handsome to be a goblin!"
He waits a second before peeking an eye over the rim of his shield and finally standing with a smile that's more or less the best bravado he could manage at the moment, "A man lags behind a little and suddenly you want him dead, ey? Maybe next time I'll let you go it on your own."
Yes and no. I'm a bit spaced lately. Sister-in-law has had a cancer scare so I've been out of town with her. Way more absence than I wanted, that's for sure.
As Dayana looks at the creature Javos considers his options for a moment. Arms crossed and staring at the small creature, he takes a moment before looking at Din, "Can you translate what I say to him? I'm not sure how good you speak the tongue, but you seem to understand it just fine."
He glances at one of the guards, "Have some rope, handy? I need about-" he looks at the goblin and the frame on the gatehouse, "ten feet? Maybe a bit more if you have it to be on the safe side."
I tried to approach the lighting conditions like a soldier would rather than the dashing hero. Which I find extremely interesting that it's sparked a discussion, lol. Especially the chart. That's great, actually.
Eying the guards he looks over the group a moment and takes stock of what they have and what they could most likely do at this point. With a shake of his head he slides the sword back in it's scabbard and steps to the large reptilian solider, laying his hand on the man's shoulder and whispering softly, "And do what, exactly? I don't like it any better than you do, but we'd do better tracking these things in daylight. Hopefully with better supplies and some horses so we can make speed and all of us can see to fight."
Looking at the guards he frowns, "And do you trust these people to guard anything more precious than a sheep's chastity right now? Cause if I gave them a glass of spirits to guard they might swap it for warm piss as far as I'm concerned." He shook his head, "I'm not afraid to try, but I don't want to crawl down some beast's gullet in haste."
Jogging through town he couldn't help notice the signs of war. He'd been told all his life what war really looked like, but with the exception of a few brawls among the dwarves he hadn't seen anything close to honest combat until tonight. Still he stopped to take everything in as he moved, watching the blind corners and after one spooked dog howled and ran in front of him, he kept the new sword in his hand.
By the time he reaches the Hall he sees no one about, instead he sees only the remains of what looks like a small battle. If nothing else he's reasonably sure the others would have made a small sized hole in the wall if they'd been in on this fight. So he steps out and turns for the nearest gate. Before long he sees the retreating backs of the others and keeps moving to catch up, suddenly very aware of how heavy his gear is.
Only when he gets close does he notice the guards, "Moradin's bristled backside... what the hell happened here?"
If you can find someone to declare your cat a 'support animal' you can move in anywhere. They can't deny support animals even if they say no pets. Just going to throw that one out there for you...
P.S. I once saw someone who had a goat as a support animal. Much jokes about what kind of support he gave were had.
Reaching into his belt for the potion he was given he lifts it a moment as a silent toast of fortune and slams it back with a quick flick of his head. He grimaces past the taste of sweet wine witbout the minor blessing of alcohol and shakes his head as it begins to work.
Potion:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
With a sound almost like a grunt of pain he freels the wounds seal themselves rapidly. The sudden wave of nausea and dizzyness passes quickly and he rolls his now formally injured arm, "Not the tastiest brew, but it beats a stingy bard, aye?"
Noticing the elvish archer had vanished he spins and groans as he takes off out of the inn, remembering the others talking about heading to the hall. He shrugs his shield on and runs, grumbling as he goes, "No, Uncle, I won't need a horse. No sense in bringing one into town. Sounded like a bloody sensible idea at the time..."
I missed that part of the post, Kra'el. I'll make sure to down the potion when I post in a few and come running. Lord knows I'm probably going to need it.
P.S. I was just kidding about being Boromir when we were in recruitment before. Yeesh...
Hearing Ingra dress down the bard he couldn't help but mash his lips together to suppress a smile. As far as he was concerned he was alive and that was all that mattered at the moment. When he followed Jathal towards the inn he couldn't help but mutter, "Bloody Bards..."
Stepping into the tavern he shakes his head at the damage. Blood and bits of either people or goblins littering the charred parts of the entrance. Some fair bits of table turned black as coal with the tin mugs wilted at the edges from the heat. He hadn't had time to really consider the damages when it all started, he was running on impulse and drilled instruction for his part. Now he saw they'd lost a few more patrons than he'd thought. But at the time he'd been fighting for his life and hadn't really had the presence of mind to notice.
Jathal inspected one of the blades on the ground and Javos stooped for the other, scooping up a longsword and sliding some of the steel free of it's scabbard. Not as thick or blocky as the dwarven make sword he carried, but elegant and of a far finer make than his own blade. Even if it pained him to admit it.
DM Kaavek wrote:
”Strip whatever gear you want from those monsters,” the deep voice of the barkeep rumbles through the silence of the tavern.
”I’ll set it aside for you before we burn the bodies.”
Moving out from behind the bar, the man extends a hand to Javos. He is tall, and portly, with dark skin contrasting a neatly trimmed white beard.
”Richye Erys, and the owner of this establishment, in no small way thanks to the effort of you and your friends. If it wasn’t for your bravery this evening, good sir, I’d be styling myself the owner of nout more than a pile of ash. You have my eternal gratitude, and if you and yours are ever in need of a hot meal and a warm bed, my doors will be forever open to you.”
Sheathing the blade and tucking the scabbard into his belt he clasped the man's hand with a smile and a nod, "Javos Kincade of Hammer Hold. Lover of good mead and, as my lovely friend here pointed out, protector of pretty women." Turning to the rest of the inn he shook his head and took on a more somber tone, "Only wish we'd been faster. Damn shame about this, even if it could have been much worse."
Stowing his sword and shield safely on his back, Javos rolls his wounded arm and groans a little in protest as the wound stings. Slipping his thumb behind the buckle of his pants he lets the arm rest comfortably as he looks over the sleeping goblin as the others talk, "We'll get our answers when it wakes up. For now let's go check on the inn. No sense in lingering in the streets just in case."
Turning on his heel he called over his shoulder, "Ingra has eared herself a stiff drink anyway! Best not to keep a dwarf from the mead, after all!"
Ah... 4th ed. Favorite character was a Drow Fighter. DM threw a Basilisk at us and I just cast darkness and AoO until it was dead from trying to leave where I was. (Shield Bash+Prone on connect=prone and blind). Good times were had. Just not by the DM...
Lowering the shield just enough to see over the rim after the latest explosion sent a shard of either badly burnt bone or wood pinging off his shield (he hadn't noticed definitively which) he saw them scrambling about the burning wagon and began waving his shield arm as widely as he could, "Move yer backsides! Get clear before the powder catches and get the Goblin over here before he goes up with you!"
Turning to Cecilia he groans in his throat, "Bloody Bards..." He bangs his shield on the wall several times to get her attention and waves towards himself and Dayana, "Come get to cover, lass!" He sets the shield to give her and Dayana room to retreat as he silently hopes for something small like before and not something that sends him out the city gate.
Free Action: Talk like an idiot (because it's Javos). Standard: Set shield for 24 AC. Move: Nope.
Dayana puffs out a sigh at Javos' comment, though a keen listener might note a hint of amusement in the tone. She mumbles, "It's not the worst thing."
As one explosion tosses cinders through the air he raises the shield and feels several pings off the steel front, "Better bored than dead, they say right?"
Jathal Mitheralia wrote:
"Goodboy. Keep protecting the pretty ones."
Setting his shield he catches the elf's smile as she sets another arrow and laughs as she fires, "As the lady commands! But if you'd be so kind as to put a shaft through that goblin before he mauls Kra'el's ankles to kindling I'm sure he'd appreciate it too, ey?"
Again: Total Defense for 24 AC, 1 more round for Precise Strike if you can maneuver it. And free action to talk because that's what he does best, LoL
Tucking into the wall a bit he surveyed the scene and began to feel a little left out, but he was already bleeding and burnt enough that he'd have to bide his time and pick a better fight than simply blasting in for a swing. He wouldn't do anyone any good if any of their foes landed so much as a solid hit on him at this point, and he was already feeling a slight haze of double vision around the edges, "Well this is bloody embarrassing. Tucked up like a school boy in a still over here."
Lifting his shield he made to make a larger wall for Jathal and Dayana to work their magic while he tried to catch his breath and hopefully find an opportunity to be of more help.
Full Defense again (24 AC for now), omit other turns. Still have 2 more rounds on Precise Strike if you can get into flanking positions.
Sorry. That's the end of my holidays delays, thank God. No more of those unless relatives invade the place like moochy ninjas. Though I think that's not entirely out of the question knowing my family...
Reeling from the blows he staggered a bit, taking a moment to suck in a breath before shaking his head and glancing at Dayana, "Helluva day to be without a Cleric, ey?" With a smile he turns back and slaps his sword on his shield to be heard over the buzzing of his own ears, "Flank the beast and wear at his legs! We need less explosives going off!"
Stepping to the side he tried to use the corner of the building as a natural block and shouldered himself against it to take the moment to get over the pain.
Standard Action: Tactician. Everyone within 30 feet gets Precise Strike for 3 rounds. Move Action: Move to building for partial cover because I got 3 HP left and daddy doesn't wanna die for Christmas.
Trotting up to the Dragonborn spewing his acid breath, Javos comes to a stop and sets his shield in front of him to help brace for attack as he starts to smack the flat of his blade on his shield rim, "Over here, you pint-sized gnome droppings!"
Move Action to Kra'el again, Standard Total Defense again (AC now 24) and free action to run my mouth
Double clapping the flat of his blade against the side of the shield he advanced with Kra'el, making sure not to outpace the female magic user behind him as he did, "Don't worry. Our scaley friend is big enough to draw all the fire. Just do what you have to."
Move action: Move to Kra'el, Standard Action: Total Defense +4 AC (total now 24)
With everyone leaving and the sounds in the distance, his first thought was to look down the lonely street past the fires in the direction of Sularys' humble shop. She wasn't supposed to be in town, but there was no telling if she'd come back early. And even if she'd made it into the city. He wanted to run and check, to be sure, but it was several streets away and there was no telling what was between here and there.
Instead he turned after the others and let the last several minutes catch up to him. In his haste he hurried to the Dragonborn and reached out with his sword to tap the large man's armored shoulder to gain his attention, "Next time you feel like doling out punishment, remember it would be advantageous to keep one alive to speak to. If we could have asked that one questions we might have learned something."
Shaking his head slightly he muttered under his breath, "Bloody bad tactics for a soldier, I tell you..." Reaching back he unfastened his shield and slipped it on his arm before calling over his shoulder to Dayana, "If you need to get close to help out you can stay behind me. I'll guard you while you work."
Move to Kra'el, move to put on shield, lots of free talking and complaining.
Seeing the line of buckets going towards the fire inside he turns for the front door and steps for the outside to see about getting more help. As he steps out he sees the large Dragonborn and the guards standing around, "What's going on? Are there more of them out here?"
Parrying the swing from the Hobgoblin he ducked one arrow and saw the other sink into the brute's side under his sword arm. With a laugh he stepped in a wide circle as the whip crack caused the Hobgoblin to hop over the attack, "That's the spirit!"
Bringing the blade around he used the moment of distraction to take a swing at the off-balance Hobgoblin.
Twisting with the first hit he winced and barely had time to lean away from the next strike that screamed off his breastplate "This is getting ridiculous!"
Bracing the sword in his hands he stepped in to engage the Hobgoblin in tighter quarters, "Come get your throat cut you ugly sod!" Swinging the sword around he swung hard across the front to try and strike the Hobgoblin as hard as he could.
Swinging wide he missed almost by a mile before righting himself, "Seems I'll be fanning this one to death..."
Swift Action: Challenge (everyone gets +1 attack on purple Hobgoblin/I get +1 AC on his attacks and -2AC from other sources until he's dead or combat is over).
Standard Action: Swing, Batter-batter!
Shielding his eyes at the sudden flashing vials of fire he comes to a stop long enough for the raven haired woman to step closer and shout over the sounds all around
Dayana Elerye wrote:
"Someone has to clear the way down to the others!"
With a grunt he shakes his head every so slightly as he muttered to himself, "Why are the pretty ones always so bossy?" He brings his sword back up and shouts over the din, "Get that gaggle of bow users back there to fire a volley over my head!" Turning he started to move and tapped Ingra as he went, "With me!"
Rounding the table he charged across the distance sword raised as he barreled down towards the Goblin scout, "AZAGH BEKAR!"
"You seem to be a man who likes his drink. Storm Stout. Family recipe, can't buy it anywhere."
She takes a small swig before stowing it away again.
"Tried to get as close to drinking a thunder storm as we could. Nice kick, little shocking, tangy like static in ya mouth. Don't know how it'll mix with whatever ya drinking, but that taste won't change from a mead. Dwarven brews are stronger stuff."
With a large grin across his face he took a moment just to sniff at the aroma of the mug now that something more palatable had been added. With a sigh of contentment he looked at the Dwarf and tipped the cup just a bit, "Now you're talkin'."
Just as he went to drink the door crashed in like a runaway anvil. The sudden sound of yelping and screaming started instantly and was almost drowned out by the sounds of clattering mugs as they skipped over the floor. But the sounds of small pinched voices echoed in the space, "Синрут үшін! Қол үшін!"
With a groan he slammed his mug down on the table and made to stand "Leave it to goblins to ruin a good drink..." He hopped up and began to run, drawing his sword from his back as he did, "And this still doesn't count as a horde!"
"A ruse to lure us into the clutches of this Orc army?" She snorts in amusement. "Yes, obviously the vale will fall to ruin without our wise leadership and great prowess guiding it."
With a grin and a thump of his fist on the tabletop he smiled all the wider as he spoke, "Here here! But you forgot the part where we're able to drink the kegs dry in a single night." He continued to smile and laughed as he lounged in his chair.
Cecilia Hawthorne wrote:
"This is a cry for aid, the only question is whether or not you will heed the call. And I can say with certainty that Cecilia of the Crimson Lash will not be cowering within the city walls while there is a battle to be fought and a tale to be told."
His smile wilted somewhat on his face and he cast a small glance to Ingra before scooping up his discarded mug and taking a long pull of the somewhat low quality drink, "Yeah. Going to be needing a few more of these before the morning, then." With that he twisted in his chair and made a signal to the table at the bar, "Going to need a round over here!" He muttered into his cup as he took the next pull "Need to lighten some of these people up I tell you."
Leaning back in his seat he looked at the group surrounding the posting and shrugged his shoulders after a moment. He flicked his gaze at Din with a smile on his face, "You worry too much. Brindol will stand a long time to come. And if it were to fall then this little group here wouldn't do much except make the pile a bit higher." He jabbed his finger at his mug for emphasis, "But a bit better mead wouldn't hurt if we're just going to go chase some stray goblins around the hills."
He heard the large Dragonborn speak again and rolled his eyes a bit, "Cranky sort, that one." He gave Aelion a bit of a nod with a sense of pride though, "But he's right. Dwarves are more practical than most."
With a bit of a sigh he reached over and used his forearm to gently nudge at Ingra, "Except this one. Half surprised she hasn't charged out into the night sword leading already. She must like the drink better than me, ey?" He grinned and laughed as he settled into his chair just a little deeper.
Walking through the tavern he sipped idly at the mug in his right hand. The notice board had drawn a crowd, enough of one to gather at least a few people who seemed armed enough to not be some starry eyed farmer looking for fame and glory in some distant heroic battlefield. The same farmers who liked to walk into a trailing sheathed sword and complain about it often enough he'd had to adjust his sword belt so the sword slung over his shoulder while in the tavern as not to provide and impediment to the drunks.
As he plopped himself down at the table he set the second mug down in front of Ingra with a loud thunk on the wood. He glanced at her sidelong as he did so, "Don't tease her, Ingra. The last time there was anything resembling a 'horde' around here was that winter where Rurik spilled that whole keg of honey mead on the smithy stairs." He took a pull from his mug and frowned, "Never did figure out who's tooth that was in the door frame..."
Pushing the mug away slightly he sighed, "But at this point I'd go just to have a chance at a decent pint." He wagged a finger in the direction of his mug idly, "This is a bit suspect if you ask me."
Created this after a couple character drafts and it seemed to fit the best with both the world concept and the style of other player submissions. My only question is if this is within the scope of your desire to tie a character into the setting somewhat. I don't want to go to far, but I thought it was a near angle. Please let me know if I should make adjustments and thanks for your consideration.
Born to Nadiel and Rigor Kincade, Javos was the son of a war hero from the war against Azzar Kul. Rigor, a man who had traveled more extensively in his youth, had used some of his winnings as an adventurer to buy a small farmstead in the Vale when the war began. When the Red Hand descended from the mountains, he was one of many to take up the call to fight. And even though they lost ground at almost a jog, Rigor and the small company of men and dwarves were surrounded at one point and managed to fight their way clear with the last of the farm-steaders they could rescue. In the fighting retreat both Rigor and his long-time friends Sularys Terik the female Dragonborn Cleric and Havrac Anvilarm a Dwarven warrior left several miles of dead orcs, hobgolins and other monsters in their wake.
During the siege of Brindol, Rigor and Havrac manned the walls with distinction while Sularys used her healing powers to help tend the wounded. Leading mostly armed villagers and a few surviving militia and town ruffians, the pair’s old adventuring tactics and familiarity with Dwarven siege countermeasures created a small band of defenders they called the “High-Wallers” and were responsible for one of the guard towers during the siege. During the conflict Havrac was observed using his hammer and axe from atop a pile of hobgoblin corpses while laughing and belting orders to make a bigger pile. Bridol engaged a company of bugbears who tried to breach the walls in his small clothes and his longsword while others rushed to help. The pair earned no small amount of a name for themselves for their brazen and somewhat outlandish tactics before the enemy settled in to wait on the siege to take it’s toll on them.
By the time the siege broke the trio took their High-Wallers and went scouring the countryside, chasing any orc or goblinoid who didn’t retreat to the mountains either into the caves or into an unmarked grave. After the war was officially ended Rigor married Nadiel, a farmer’s daughter he’d helped save from the first wave of the assault. Havrac, now something of a local legend amongst the Dwarves, went back to the halls after the wedding and enjoyed a cozy life of mead and stories. Sularys remained in Brintol, tending a small shop and offering Bahamut’s healing to those who needed it.
In just a little over a year Javos was born during a terrible snowstorm. Unable to get a healer or a proper midwife, Nadiel died shortly after giving birth. Rigor, feeling powerless to save his young bride, consumed himself in misery for some time. Even his son could hardly keep his focus. In an effort to shake himself free he moved to the Dwarven halls with Havrac, hoping some time with his old friend would lift his wallowing spirits. In the mountains he seemed to slowly be returning to his former self. Havrac was pleased at his friend’s turn around and even Sularys visited often to help him with his troubles.
Before a year was up there was a cave-in, leaving several miners trapped behind a wall of stone. Rigor, ever the man of impetuous action, charged into the debris like the Dwarves around him and tried to pull it free before the men behind died of suffocation. Halfway through he used his large frame as a temporary brace for the rocks when they shifted. He managed to buy enough time for the Dwarves to escape before the load shifted again and crushed him underneath the fallen rocks.
The hall buried him in their own crypt, honoring him for his service in the war as well as his heroic effort to save the trapped Dwarves. Havrac, in an effort to honor his friend’s memory, took Javos to raise in trust. In the Dwarven halls he raised the boy to be the man his father would have respected. Sularys, mourning the tragedy of her friend, helped raise the boy as well. Offering a softer ear and a place to unload his burdens when he needed. Often taking him into town with her for a few days at a time to help with her small shop and give him some exposure to the wider world than the Dwarven halls.
Now he’s grown to a man who’s eager to prove himself to be the equal of his father and his adoptive family. He wants to prove that he’s worthy to carry his family’s name, and is in the odd position of being a human raised by a Dwarven warrior and a Dragonborn cleric of Bahamut, leaving him to be a bit off by even his family’s standards.
Background Highlights:
Background and Concepts:
Javos’ code of conduct is important to him. He prizes his company or companions highly as he feels a sense of responsibility for them. Even when they bicker or disagree he feels the need to support them in their endeavours so long as they don’t clash with the safety of the group.
A human trained extensively by dwarves is not something common. As such he has adapted some of their more gruff tendances. He’s prone to laughing at inappropriate comments, poking fun at things humans and elves would consider taboo, using sayings not commonly used outside of dwarven mead halls and being a bit headstrong. His intent is never harmful, but sometimes his actions can seem out of place on someone so tall.
Growing up in the shadow of his father, who was said to be a ferocious warrior in the war, Javos has aspired to earn a name for himself after his father’s death. In Dwarven culture father figures are important, and as such he’s grown up with the desire to make a name for himself as more than the son of a great warrior.
His father’s heroics are remembered still by some, and he’s grown to hear lots of stories of him. However he barely knows his mother at all. Her family left the vale shortly after her passing and he’s been unable to find anything about her besides the few stories he was told by Havrac and Sularys. It’s a part of his life he longs to reconnect with.
Javos tries his best to even look the part of a commanding officer, keeping his gear in good working order and wearing his tabard prominently so he’s easier to find and rally to in a fight.
Goals
Javos wants to discover his mother’s history and family. With her dead and her family long moved away he knows nothing and would like to know why they left the vale so hastily after her passing.
I’d like to see prove he’s capable of being more than a sell-sword or a pretender to his father’s legacy and prove he’s a capable soldier and battle commander in his own right (provided he survives that is, lol)
Secrets
When he was younger Javos befriended a young hobgoblin boy named Brogrim in the mountains outside the Dwarven stronghold. The pair would play whenever they could sneak away and meet in a small cave near the base of the mountain. Unwilling to believe that Hobgoblins were evil outright, the pair were playmates for a few years before the Hobgoblin boy simply never showed up again. He’s been afraid to mention it to anyone because of the trouble he’d be in.
Javos’s mother was not, in fact, a farmer’s daughter. Havrac and Sularys know the truth, but were sworn to secrecy before the wedding. They have never told him his mother’s true origins. (I have no finale for this one, it’s your playground honestly)
Step 3: List at least two secrets about your character. One is a secret the character knows, one is a secret that involves them but that they are not actually aware of yet. This will help me in creating plots that centre around your character. I will also be creating a third secret which you as a player will not be aware of, so expect some surprises!
People
Sularys Terik and Havrac Anvilarm are his adoptive family and members of his father’s former adventuring company from before the war. Havrac is reclusive and remains in the Dwarven settlement, but was the primary caregiver for Javos from the time he was a year old. Sularys is a kindly and oddly quiet Dragonborn woman who works as a healer and comforting ear to the town as a whole when needed, though she travels outside the Vale from time to time to attend other business. She’s the closest thing to a mother Javos has ever had.
Lady Ariane Sanja has been, if not a friend, a friendly acquaintances for some time. He stopped a cutpurse from robbing her blind some months back and the two found they had somewhat similar feelings about being outsiders. He doesn't always agree with her complaints about coin, but he believes her to have a decent heart in spite of herself.
Lord Eoffram Troyas, to his account, is a snake in half-elven skin. Conniving and seemingly paying every street urchin some pittance or another at some point, Javos has had the chance to meet him a handful of times in the company of Sularys and has never thought very highly of him. He has little respect for a man who seems to have his own interests ranked so far above others.
Memories/Mannerisms/Quirks
Javos has grown up with stories of the heroics his father was party to both before and after the war. Some of his most vivid memories are of him thinking how he’ll make his father proud someday and it has pushed him to becoming a professional soldier.
Raised a majority of his life in a Dwarven hall, Javos is prone to sinking into a Dwarven Brogue when he’s in the heat of the moment and using sayings he learned from other of the deep-folk over flagons of mead. As such he can often come off as brutish or crass at times, but he lacks for no amount of courage to help spur others on.
Javos is a worshiper in equal measure of both Bahamut and Moradin. Bahamut for his steadfast belief in standing firm against evil and offering aid to those in need. In the case of Moradin he believes in his tenants about family and duty to not only one’s community, but one’s friends and comrades.
Crunch:
Javros Kincade
Male Human (Sister Brother In Arms) Cavalier 1
LG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +2; Senses: Perception +5
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Defense
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AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16
hp 12 (1d10+2)
Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +2 (+2 bonus vs. divination)
Defensive Abilities:
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft. (20 in armor)
Special Attacks:
Challenge 1/day: Once per day, a cavalier can challenge a foe to combat. As a swift action, the cavalier chooses one target within sight to challenge. The cavalier’s melee attacks deal extra damage whenever the attacks are made against the target of his challenge. This extra damage is equal to 1/2 the cavalier’s level (miminum 1).
Challenging a foe requires much of the cavalier’s concentration. The cavalier takes a –2 penalty to his Armor Class, except against attacks made by the target of his challenge.
The challenge remains in effect until the target is dead or unconscious or until the combat ends. Each cavalier’s challenge also includes another effect which is listed in the section describing the cavalier’s order.
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Statistics
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Str 16, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 12, Cha 14
Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 16
Feats: Racial Heritage (Dwarf), Power Attack, Precise Strike
Traits:
Carefully Hidden: (+1 bonus to Will saves and a +2 bonus to saving throws versus divination effects)
Sargavan Guard: (When you wear armor of any sort, reduce the armor check penalty by 1, to a minimum penalty of 0.)
Full Essentials Kit
Backpack 2 gp 2 lbs, Bedroll 1 sp 5 lbs, 1-pint flask 3 cp 1.5 lbs, 7 days’ trail rations 3.5 gp 7 lbs
Total Cost: 5.63 gp
Weight: 15.5 lbs
Remaining Gold: 59.37 GP
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Special Abilities
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Tactician 1/day:
As a standard action, the cavalier can grant his teamwork feat to all allies within 30 feet who can see and hear him. Allies retain the use of this bonus feat for 3 rounds plus 1 round for every two levels the cavalier possesses. Allies do not need to meet the prerequisites of these bonus feats. The cavalier can use this ability once per day at 1st level, plus one additional time per day at 5th level and for every 5 levels thereafter.
Orders:
Member of both the Order of the Lion and the Order of the Dragon. For edict purposes Kincade is considered a member of the Order of the Dragon, but receives the benefits of both.
Edicts: The cavalier must remain loyal to his allies and must always work to further the aims of the group. He must protect his allies from harm and defend their honor when called into doubt.
Whenever an order of the lion cavalier issues a challenge, he receives a +1 dodge bonus to his AC against attacks made by the target of his challenge. This bonus increases by +1 for every four levels the cavalier possesses.
Whenever an order of the dragon cavalier issues a challenge, his allies receive a +1 circumstance bonus on melee attack rolls against the target of his challenge whenever he is threatening the target. This bonus increases by +1 for every four levels the cavalier possesses.
Favored Class Bonus: +1/2 Challenge Damage (Dwarf)
Build will include weapon focus (Longsword), Dazzling Display and Inspiring Sword. Entirety of the build will cover enhancing the group, and providing support. Possible dip into Chevalier, but not sold on the idea.
