Hill Dwarf Outlander Wild Magic Barbarian
AC: 17 (+1Dex + 4Con + 2Shield ) | HP: 61/75 (5d12+20+10+5) | Speed: 25'
Senses: passive Perception 11, Insight 11, Investigation 10
Str: 16 (+3) | Dex: 13 (+1) | Con: 18 (+4) | Int: 10 (+0) | Wis: 12 (+1) | Cha: 8 (-1)
Languages: You can speak, read, and write Common, Dwarvish, Elvish
Wild Surge Rages: 3/3 | Magic Awareness: 2/2
Darkvision 60' | Dwarven Resilience | Stonecunning | Unarmored Defense | Danger Sense | Reckless Attack | Extra Attack | Fast Movement
“My words,” Modri said. | ‘My thoughts,’ Modri thought. | My actions . . .
Date Sparring Match with Michelle
"Better. Still needs some work." Michelle is a competent enough warrior to see that Modri is now shrugging off blows that would normally stagger a normal warrior. The Dwarf is cut from a different stone. She also knows he's not talking about her fighting form, and more for her outlook on the situation.
"Do what you need to, to atone. Your honor, your journey, your needs. I can respect that." He lets forth another swing, but it's predictable and this time the knight is ready and blocks it.
His next swing is far less predictable, clipping her leg with a low blow. "So. Your barony on its feet. That's good. That's something you can do. Your people. The refugees. So what's the plan? What can you do? What do you need to call on others to do?"
Another flumph explodes behind him in a spectacular display.