Path: The Demi-God
- Find your mother (Ophea).
- Defeat Pythor’s greatest foe. According to legend this is a green dragon known as Hexia.
- Finish building Pythor’s greatest weapon, Luck Blade (Makhaira)
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Fighting Style: Hoplite
While you are wielding a shield, you are alert to attacks made against nearby allies. Whenever a creature attacks an ally standing within 5 feet of you with a melee attack, you may use your reaction to make a melee opportunity attack against the offending creature.
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Martial Archetype: Phalanx
Starting when you choose this archetype at 3rd level, you can use a bonus action to activate your Shield Wall ability. You may use this ability once, and you regain the ability to do so after completing a long rest.
Shield Wall: For 1 minute, you and every ally who can see or hear you gains +2 AC as long as they are standing within 5 feet of an ally who is using a shield. Additionally, your allies wielding shields gain an additional +1 AC from their own shields (this.
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Gear
chain mail, shield, makhaira, dagger, 2 dorata, silver dory, sling, 20 sling bullets, dagger, insignia of rank (Decanus rank Centurion of Mytros), backpack, bedroll, common clothes, mess kit, rations (1day), rope (50' hemp), tinderbox, torch (10), waterskin, dice set
Background: Soldier
Personality: I’ve lost too many friends, and I’m slow to make new ones.
Ideal: Greater Good. Our lot is to lay down our lives in defense of others.
Bond: Someone saved my life on the battlefield. To this day, I will never leave a friend behind.
Flaw: I have avoided my celebrity and fate so long that it has become second nature.
Age: 33 years old
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 206lbs
Backstory: Warrior of Mytros (retired veteran)
You can come from almost any background: a warrior in the service of one of the kings, a retired veteran, or a member of the Mytros city guard. Whatever your station, by all the gods, you know how to fight.
History:
One would think being the child of a god would mean riches and happiness beyond belief. But that was not the case for Lysander of Mytros.Pythor, god of battle has many children, but rumor had it that he truly loved a talented and lovely harpist named Ophea. Ophea shined like the sun, or so the people of Mytros had claimed and it was said that her visage so resembled Pythoor's beloved sister, Kyrah the Muse, that it would have been impossible not to fall for her wit and tenacity, let alone her formidable beauty. To this day, the fact that Pythor abandonded his beloved Ophea the moment their son was born remains a mystery, even to Lysander.
As a scion to their patron, Lysander and his mother benefitted early on from the care and regard of the Centurions of Mytros. With no father to help Ophea raise the boy, the Centurions pledge to aid Ophea in any way they could and provided Lysander with teaching and structure throughout his life. In the Centurions, Lysander found honest comradere and acceptance from the trusted warriors he could not have hoped for outside of their care. This relationship found necessity before Lysander's tenth year when Ophea was absconded by a green dragon. The Centurions that had acted as her guard did not survive the experience.
Barely old enough to properly weild a blade, Lysander was adopted by the Centurions and especially by the Decurion that led his protectors, Vasitios. Vasitios made sure the boy grew to become a skilled warrior, taught him the way of the sword and the spear, even allowed him to study in the Academy for a good soldier's best weapon is his mind. For his part, Lysander was a model Centurion. He fought in skirmish after skirmish and led more than a few cohorts over his career. His successes earned the godblood some small amount of fame and even allowed him the chance to banquent with the King on an occasion or two.
But as he grew, the weight of responsiblity of blood weighed on Lysander. He never desired the fame, and had grown tired of constant combat. He'd lost Vasitios in a battle with Raving Ones near the Oldwood and many more brothers fighting centaurs, barbarians, and even fololowers of Sydon. For a time without large scale war, there was always battle to be found in and out of Mytros. After nearly two decades as a Centurion, Lysander was given leave to retire with all the honor accoreded a hero. He took it. For a moment, he considered traveling to Estoria to seek out his father, but that option lost its luster before leaving his lips. He had heard of dragons and their kin in the hinterlands and thought of gathering some of his brothers in arms to seek revenge on the dragon that no doubt ate his mother, but the thought of seeing more of his brothers die at his command was a physical blow to the man. No, a modest life in the city he'd given blood to protect was the role he chose. A simple life would be an ideal one. Perhaps become a contestant in the great games, perhaps teach the art of the sword and spear like Vasitios. But even that could not be, for a summons to the Oracle waited for Lysander even as he settled into his modest home. He knew of the Oracle's predictions in his youth, but Lysander had never sought godhood, and had little interest in his louse of a father.
