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Modri

Hill Dwarf Outlander Wild Magic Barbarian

AC: 17 (+1Dex + 4Con + 2Shield ) | HP: 52/61 (4d12+16Con Modifier 4*Level+8Tough Feat: 2*Level+1Dwarven Toughness: 1*Level) | 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

"Ahar! Conjuration? It's just Modri!" As if to emphasize, another bolt shoots out, and the Cap is more than ready for it. What he's less ready for is Modri's own tactics. Now that he's been sized up his opponent and is having fun, he recklessly throws himself in with a headbutt to the human's chest.

"So. Good news or bad news first about your Lady Folketh? I mean about her as a person."

Modri

Hill Dwarf Outlander Wild Magic Barbarian

AC: 17 (+1Dex + 4Con + 2Shield ) | HP: 52/61 (4d12+16Con Modifier 4*Level+8Tough Feat: 2*Level+1Dwarven Toughness: 1*Level) | 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

"Ahar! Conjuration? It's just Modri!" As if to emphasize, another bolt shoots out, and the Cap is more than ready for it. What he's less ready for is Modri's own tactics. Now that he's been sized up his opponent and is having fun, he recklessly throws himself in with a headbutt to the human's chest.

"So. Good news or bad news first about your Lady Folketh? I mean about her as a person."