Hill Dwarf Outlander Wild Magic Barbarian
AC: 17 (+1Dex + 4Con + 2Shield ) | HP: 57/61 (4d12+16+8+1) | Speed: 25'
Senses: passive Perception 11, Insight 11, Investigation 10
Str: 16Save: +5
Athletics: +5 (+3) | Dex: 13Save: +1
Acrobatics: +1
Slight-of-Hand: +1
Stealth: +1 (+1) | Con: 18Save: +6 (+4) | Int: 10Save: +0
Arcana: +0
History: +0
Investigation: +0
Nature: +2
Religion: +0 (+0) | Wis: 12Save: +1
Animal Handling: +3
Insight: +1
Medicine: +1
Perception: +1
Survival: +3 (+1) | Cha: 8Save: -1
Deception: -1
Intimidation: +1
Performance: -1
Persuasion: -1 (-1)
Languages: You can speak, read, and write Common, Dwarvish, Elvish
Rages: 3/3 | Magic Awareness: 2/2
Folketh Barony
Modri grins as Michelle's people show themselves to have some fight and grit in them, not wanting to back away from a challenge. He stands quietly, eagerly awaiting whoever they intend to challenge him. His expression becomes more neutral as Cap sizes the Dwarf up and launches his first assault.
The man is quick. That's impressive. It's when Modri feels a string of pain that a fiery glint comes to his eyes... and he starts to glow.
Literally. His chest alights, and from it bursts a blinding light that his opponent is able to dodge. Still, the surreal image of a savage Dwarf shooting light from his body is enough distraction for Modri to close in with both fists. Both connect.
"Been awhile since anyone challenged me with only their fists."
Modri's chest is still glowing.