The Sore Thumb of the Silver Hand


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Breogan Vencia, level 3
Human, Fighter
Fighter Talents: Two-handed Weapon Talent

Str 16, Con 13, Dex 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 12.

Str 14, Con 13, Dex 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 12.

AC: 18 Fort: 17 Reflex: 14 Will: 14
HP: 40 Surges: 10 Surge Value: 10

Endurance +7, Athletics +9, Perception +9, Nature +9

Acrobatics +3, Arcana +1, Bluff +2, Diplomacy +2, Dungeoneering +3, Heal +3, History +1, Insight +3, Intimidate +2, Religion +1, Stealth +3, Streetwise +2, Thievery +3

Human: Weapon Proficiency (Fullblade)
Level 1: Exotic Fighting Style (retrained to Weapon Expertise (Heavy Blade) at Level 2)
Level 2: Action Surge

Fighter at-will 1: Sure Strike(retrained to Brash strike at Level 3)
Fighter at-will 1: Cleave
Human: Footwork Lure
Fighter encounter 1: Insightful Strike
Fighter daily 1: Villain’s Menace
Fighter utility 2: Unstoppable

ITEMS Scale Armor, Heavy Shield, Fullblade, Longsword, Sling, Crossbow Bolts (20), Sling Bullets (20)

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Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 5’10
Weight: 176 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Brown looks black unless highlighted by the sun, Medium Length. Some thin braids.
Skin: Sun tanned with navy blue tattoos(one around his right fore arm, others under clothing)some freckles under the eyes that make him seem childish when smiling.
Wears: Scale Armor under a dark green travel cloak. Full Blade Strapped to his back. Hand axe and dagger strapped to his right hip. Shield on back .


Born in the small settlement of Woodhelm, Breogan was raised cutting timber, like his father, his grandfather, and generations before them. Growing up as a logger and woodsman, and the forays into monster infested Droam, he found himself skilled with sharp steel in his hands as well as in tune with the ways of the forest. The day he came of age he joined the town’s militia, and though they rarely had cause to defend, they had plenty of time to practice. Breogan soon found himself skilled in combat, and at the age of eighteen, was the favorite to bet on when the men gathered to duel. One night, Woodhelm was attacked by a raiding party of orcs that stumbled across the town. They were met by the soldiers and the militia, and Breogan eagerly waded into the fray with his grandather’s oversized blade, anxious for his first taste of battle. After cleaving several foe down , Breogan fell.

After the battle, several of the soldiers that had witnessed Breogan in battle dragged him and his broken sword, to the Shrine of the Silver Flame(the faith to which they were loyal.) They told the priest of the young mans exploits, insisting his natural ability in battle made him of use to the Silver Flame. Sensing something himself, the priest obliged, raising Breogan up once more. Before he did, he told the soldiers present it was only because the Flame had a greater purpose for him, and that his mission on this world was far from over. After his recovery, the soldiers relayed this to Breogan, who had never been one to place his faith in anything but himself. Yet, after such a miracle as a second chance at life, he felt obligated to repay the blood debt, as he saw it, to the mystical Silver Flame.


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