Hill Dwarf Outlander Wild Magic Barbarian
AC: 17 (+1Dex + 4Con + 2Shield ) | HP: 80/75 (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: 1/3 | 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 . . .
Modri grins wide and wild at the soldier's quesiton. "Name's Modri! Aharharhar!" The stealth is over, at least in Modri's mind, and it's time to start the fight in earnest. The air seems to get colder for just a brief moment, and though the foes in front of him resist the power, the already wounded soldier feels his lifeforce being stripped away, giving Modri even more vigor than before.
Still grinning, he takes two swing at the giant Draconian, each hit leaving a mark.