HP 9/15 | AC 14 | F+4 R+4 W+9 | Perc +7 | Focus Points 1/1 Hero Points 1/1
Strength
10
Dexterity
12
Constitution
12
Intelligence
10
Wisdom
18
Charisma
16
About Tolgy Stonehand
Tolgy Stonehand
Male halfling cleric 1
CG, Small, Halfling, Humanoid Perception +7; keen eyes
Languages Common, Halfling
Skills Athletics +3, Medicine +7, Occultism +3, Religion +7, Society +3, Warfare Lore +3
Str 10 (+0), Dex 12 (+1), Con 12 (+1), Int 10 (+0), Wis 18 (+4), Cha 16 (+3)
Other Items explorer’s clothing, hand crossbow, rapier, sickle, staff, backpack, bandolier, bedroll, belt pouch, belt pouch, bolts (20), caltropss (2), chalks (10), flint and steel, rations (1 week)s (2), rope (foot)s (50), soap, torchs (5), waterskin, wooden religious symbol, purse (8 gp; 1 sp)
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AC 14; Fort +4; Ref +4; Will +9
HP 15 Focus Points 1 Hero Points 1
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Speed 25 feet
Melee [1] rapier +4 (disarm, deadly (1d8), finesse), Damage 1d6 piercing
Melee [1] sickle +4 (trip, agile, finesse), Damage 1d4 slashing
Melee [1] staff +3 (two-hand (1d8)), Damage 1d4 bludgeoning
Ranged [1] hand crossbow +4 (range increment 60 feet, reload 1), Damage 1d6 piercing
Divine Cleric Spells DC 17, attack +7; 1st magic weapon, magic weaponDomainUnimpeded StrideCantrips (1st) detect magic, divine lance, guidance, light, shield
FeatsBattle Medicine, Domain Initiate (Freedom), Halfling Luck Other Abilities anathema, cloistered cleric, deity, divine font, divine spellcasting, doctrine, first doctrine, freedom, hillock halfling
Background:
Tolgy Stonehand, so named for his iron grip on his ale mug, is an aspiring adventurer from Almas. A minority in the populace of adventurers, Tolgy's parents are alive and well. Tafta and Egery Stonehand run a bawdy brothel in Almas called The Crowing Cock. For years, naughty children have taken to the habit of drawing the "C" into a "G" early in the mornings. Each afternoon, cursing under his breath, Egery removes it again. This cycle has been going on for decades, and its mostly thanks to this that the brothel is laughingly referred to as the "crow and grow". Tolgy hasn't yet told his father that, often as not, he was the culprit. Fortunately his lads in Almas have carried on the tradition in his absence.
Tolgy took to emptying abandoned mugs of ale from the time he could walk. His mother, the maiden of the house, and his father, its barkeep, wouldn't dream of hiring a nanny, instead tethering him to their waists, or entrusting him to the care of Maud Mayleaf, an aged barmaid well past her prime who plunked the occasional ditty on the bar's out-of-tune piano. A child in a brothel might strike some as strange, but the free-spirited patrons of the Cock, and especially the girls, took to the boy like lip-paint to a collar.
Raised in this "temple" of sips, slips, and spirits, Cayden's religion seemed a natural fit for the halfling lad, who acquired most of his learning from the goodly clerics at the local pub 'n parish. "Holy water's meant for drinking," he learned. "Why waste good grog by throwing it at something?"
