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Modri

Hill Dwarf Outlander Wild Magic Barbarian

AC: 17 (+1Dex + 4Con + 2Shield ) | HP: 31/61 + 1 THP (4d12+16Con Modifier 4*Level+8Tough Feat: 2*Level+1Dwarven Toughness: 1*Level) | Speed: 25'
Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., 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: 0/3 | Magic Awareness: 1/2

Modri patches himself as best he can, and gives a nod of respect to Tatina's ingenuity and her magical bag. On one hand, the outlander in Modri can criticize the Artificer about what would happen if she didn't have her magical bag, how then to carry her items. However, he also knows that she lives in a much different world, and her contraptions were fighting a good fight before they arrived.

No need to get philosophical over the small details, the Gnome is all right in his book.

As the group travels, Modri mentally prepares himself for whatever fight is still to come. Before meeting up with this group, Modri hunted, and on a very rare occasion crossed with some lone bandit or ne'er-do-well. The idea of having multiple scrapes a day is a new thing to him since this army invaded, and he's learning his limitations though even in his own mind he stubbornly refuses to fully accept it.

I've got another fight in me. Have to.

As they run across Mery, a big grin takes him and he's greatly relieved to see the young scholar alive, which also means that maybe all of them will make it back alive too. And then she speaks of how she has conditions for the group. His smile turns to a deep set frown, and his new wounds begin to itch a bit.

"My vote is for Kalaman. We can hear whatever speech you've prepared when we're actually safe, Mery. We can all talk after we've seen Miss Rookledust safe and done what we promised to. This land's not a peaceful meadow to frolic in and have heartfelt chats."

There is more that can be said, but for now they are in a war, they have a quest to complete, and they need to face the reality of the very real danger they are in now. Other things can wait.

Modri

Hill Dwarf Outlander Wild Magic Barbarian

AC: 17 (+1Dex + 4Con + 2Shield ) | HP: 31/61 + 1 THP (4d12+16Con Modifier 4*Level+8Tough Feat: 2*Level+1Dwarven Toughness: 1*Level) | Speed: 25'
Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., 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: 0/3 | Magic Awareness: 1/2

Modri patches himself as best he can, and gives a nod of respect to Tatina's ingenuity and her magical bag. One one hand, the outlander in Modri can criticize the Artificer about what would happen if she didn't have her magical bag, how then to carry her items. However, he also knows that she lives in a much different world, and her contraptions were fighting a good fight before they arrived.

No need to get philosophical over the small details, the Gnome is all right in his book.

As the group travels, Modri mentally prepares himself for whatever fight is still to come. Before meeting up with this group, Modri hunted, and on a very rare occasion crossed with some lone bandit or ne'er-do-well. The idea of having multiple scrapes a day is a new thing to him since this army invaded, and he's learning his limitations though even in his own mind he stubbornly refuses to fully accept it.

I've got another fight in me. Have to.

As they run across Mery, a big grin takes him and he's greatly relieved to see the young scholar alive, which also means that maybe all of them will make it back alive too. And then she speaks of how she has conditions for the group. His smile turns to a deep set frown, and his new wounds begin to itch a bit.

"My vote is for Kalaman. We can hear whatever speech you've prepared when we're actually safe, Mery. We can all talk after we've seen Miss Rookledust safe and done what we promised to. This lands not a peaceful meadow to frolic in and have heartfelt chats."

There is more that can be said, but for now they are in a war, they have a quest to complete, and they need to face the reality of the very real danger they are in now. Other things can wait.