About Tristan MorganTristan:
Tristan Image
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Warhammer +14 1d8+9 x3
Two Weapon Fighting:
Ranged
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Skills: 8ranks/level: -3 Armor Check, -2 more with shield
Languages Common, Sylvan ---------------------
Battle Dragon's Stance
The Battle Dragon's Stance shows the disciple how to balance his fighting style and through this centering of being, he may find speed, finesse, and power. While in the Battle Dragon's Stance, the disciple reduces his two-weapon fighting penalties by 2, and gains a +4 bonus to Initiative checks and adds 1d6 + initiation modifier to melee damage while fighting with two weapons. ---------------------
Inquisitor Spells Known:
Cast Per Day:
Gear: 1pp 13gp 4sp 9cp Golden Rod(Boar)
Ghost:
Ghost Image Warcat Tricks: Attack, ------------------ DEFENSE ------------------ AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+4Natural,+2Dex) hp 19 (1d8(max)+7roll,+4con) Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +0 ------------------
Str 17, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 2, Wis 11, Cha 5
Skills:
Special Qualities: Scent, Low-Light Vision Backstory:
Tristan was born in the country side of Brevoy. He used to go into the city with his father in his youth. His father would tell him tails of the great Sword Lords of Brevoy. Tristan was very impressed at these tails. So much so that he would seek to become one, and be one of the men his father told him tails about. One spring day Tristan went into Brevoy on his own to sell their crops and to seek out a sword lord that would take him as a page. Tristan was not able to find a lord on this day. Things seemed off upon his return home. He didn't smell any cooking coming from his mother, he didn't see his father in the fields still tilling land. Once he got a little closer he couldn't believe his eyes. His mother and father both layed in front of the house. Their bodies full of arrows. He rushed over, but it was too late. He buried his parents that day and vowed to find out what happened. He soon learned it was bandits that had attacked. Seems they came to raid them of their crops. Becoming a sword lord would have to wait. Tristan knew these bandits were in the stolen lands, but he needed a way to go out there that wasn't suicide. Fortune would smile upon him as he heard of an expedition into the stolen lands. This was his shot, he had to go on this journey.
The rumor was true. A charter had been given to a group. Unfortunately Tristan missed meeting up with this group before they ventured forth. His new goal was to track and find this group. It wasn’t hard to follow them, as it seemed they were heading to Oleg’s. A trading post that Tristan’s father had told him about. Tristan had never been, but he knew roughly of its location. What he didn’t plan on was stumbling upon a bandit camp along the way. Tristan probably would have left this group alone, just noting the area as a possible camping spot, but he saw they had a prisoner. The bandit group had captured a beautiful girl. They kept her hands bound behind her and gagged, so she was either very unpleasant company or a sorceress. Tristan had watched groups like this before and new they had a routine. The morning would come. The ones skilled enough would go out for a hunt while the others packed up and prepared to move. He knew this would present the opportunity needed. Early that morning as a couple of them ventured out he slipped into the camp unnoticed. He whispered to the girl that he was here to help and that she should run once the battle started. He cut the girls bond leaving her to get the drop on one of the other bandits. He slew this man with a mighty blow. The other 3 drew their weapons. Tristan charged slaying another where he stood. To his surprise some words of power came from the beautiful girl and another one of the bandits fell into a slumber. The third feebly attacked, but in another instance Tristan slew him as well.
Christmas Wish List:
Two Weapon Fighting, Improved Shield Bash |
