Shield Dwarf Folk Hero Ancestral Guardian Barbarian
AC: 15 | HP: 18/18 (1d12) | Speed: 30 ft. | Init: +1
Senses: Passive Perception 13, Insight 13, Investigation 9
Str: 19 (+4) | Dex: 13 (+1) | Con: 18 (+4) | Int: 9 (-1) | Wis: 13 (+1) | Cha: 11 (+0)
Rage: 2/2 |
Languages: You can speak, read, and write Common and Dwarvish
Barely hearing Garon's caution over the constant clanging of the bells just over his head, Yod glances at the half-orc who immediately starts moving outside the temple. He was afraid that those worgs would be the bigger threat. Moving outside the door, he quickly assesses the situation, seeing Garon's hand flash quickly with fire. He says, "Yeah, enough of this crap. Someone's gonna get killed! Goblins in the tower, worgs in the town square."
Reaching back across his back, he pulls out a single javelin and tosses it at that same now-singed worg. The weapon flies from his hand and wobbles in the air feebly before slamming into the ground well in front of the creature. The dwarf looks curiously at the weapon like it surely must be cursed because there's just no way he could miss so badly.