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Modri

Hill Dwarf Outlander Wild Magic Barbarian

AC: 17 (+1Dex + 4Con + 2Shield ) | HP: 67/61 (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

Spurred on by Artanis, Modri is already moving before the fight even startt. He glances over to Decimus as he claimed soemthing was wrong. Shrugging, Modri hefted his shield up and ran forward. "All right, first question! How hard can your skeleton swing a blade? Aharharhar!"

Modri runs straight up to the skeleton looking for a good exercise. He swing is a direct hit on the skeleton, though he's not yet putting his full effort into it, more a playful bash than really trying to break the skeleton into pieces.

Modri

Hill Dwarf Outlander Wild Magic Barbarian

AC: 17 (+1Dex + 4Con + 2Shield ) | HP: 67/61 (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

Spurred on by Artanis, Modri is already moving before the fight even startt. He glances over to Decimus as he claimed soemthing was wrong. Shrugging, Modri hefted his shield up and ran forward. "All right, first question! How hard can your skeleton swing a blade? Aharharhar!"

Modri runs straight up to the skeleton looking for a good exercise... WIP