Rurik Irongut's page

About Rurik Irongut

Male Human, Cleric 1
Neutral Good
Height: 5'5", Weight: 268 LBS, Age 39
Init +2; Passive Perception 15
XP: 0
Inspiration:
Faction: None1
Renown:
--------------------
DEFENSE
--------------------
AC: 16/18 with shield
HP: 17/17
Warding Flare 3x rest - Reaction causes Attacker to gain disadvantage on attack when attacking Rurik
--------------------
OFFENSE
--------------------
Speed 30 ft.
Melee
Mace +3 (1d6+1)
Ranged
Sacred Flame Cantrip, 1d8 DC 13 Dex save
--------------------
STATISTICS
--------------------
Str 12, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 14
Proficiency Bonus: +2
Saving Throws: Constitution +4, Wisdom +5, Charisma +4
Skills: Brewers tools, +5, History +3, Insight +5, Medicine +5, Perception +5, Persuasion +5
Languages: Common, Dwarven
Gear: Set of Clothes, Belt Pouch, Explorer's Pack (backpack, bedroll, mess kit, tinderbox, 10 torches, 10 days rations, waterskin, 50' hempen rope) Multitude of craft brews.
Coin:
PP:
GP: 5
EP:
SP:
CP:
----------------------------
CLASS FEATURES/RACIAL TRAITS
----------------------------
Variant Human Feat: Resilient Con
----------------------
BACKGROUND - Guild Artisan
----------------------
Guild Membership: Brewers, Distillers, and Vintners
Personality Trait - I always want to know how things work and what makes them tick
Ideal - People: I'm committed to those I care about, not to ideals
Bond - I owe my guild a great debt for forging me into the person I am today
Flaw - I'm dreadfully fearful of large water expanses and heights. I like my feet firmly planted on solid earth.
--------------------
APPEARANCE/BACKSTORY
--------------------
Rurik grew up in a trading town close to a Dwarven Hall. Spending as much time with the Dwarves as he did the humans, he slowly adapted some of their mannerisms and attitudes. Their love of the drink constantly caused him to sneak into the breweries and watch the masters at work. They caught him a number of times, expelling him at first, but his persistence slowly wore them down into teaching him the basics of brewing.

When trying his own handiwork, many of the locals of his town opined that it was better than many of the adult human brewers could muster, and he quickly became apprenticed to one of their craftsman, in part to show them what he did, and also to begin growing his reputation as a crafter. Alas, his carrier as a brewer was cut short as Lathander touched him with a divine spark shortly after completing his apprenticeship.

Torn between his love of the craft and the blessing of Lathander, Rurik asked leave of the guild for a time to expand his connections and travel to find new additives for his brews. Along the way, he hopes to discover how deep his connection to Lathander goes, and determine which half of his life now holds sway. Alas, travel is not cheap, and so between his most basic of clerical abilities, and assortment of tasty beverages, he convinced Silas Gribb to let him on as a caravan guard.

Spells:
Cantrips: Light-D, Sacred Flame, Guidance, and Mending
1st Level: Burning Hands-D, Faerie Fire-D, Bless, Cure Wounds