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Neidar Folk Hero Forge Cleric

AC: 18 (Chain Mail +2 Shield) | HP: 12/12 (1d8+3) | Speed: 25 ft.
Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., Passive Perception 15, Insight 13, Investigation 12
Str: 14 (+2) | Dex: 8 (–1) | Con: 16 (+3) | Int: 10 (+0) | Wis: 16 (+5) | Cha: 10 (+2)
Languages: Speak, read, and write Common and Dwarvish

Spell-casting: +5 or DC 13 | 1st 2/2

Starting on the trail, Coltan happily finds the trail of his missing gear.  He heads into the brush collecting and stowing piece after piece.  Next to his last missing torch, he finds an amulet identical to his father's.  As soon as he touches the amulet, a pulse of divine energy ripples from him, causing the amulet to vanish from his hands. The pulse flattens the surrounding vegetation, creating an unnatural clearing similar to the one in his vision revealing a crumbling stone structure lies among the undergrowth. Its roof is pierced by the trunk of an immense tree, but its walls are mostly intact. A large, empty doorframe leads inside.

The itinerant smith feels supernaturally drawn toward the place, as if a familiar voice were calling his name. As he approaches the door, he hears faint voices inside.  "Hello?  Anyone in there?"  Self-preservation pings in the back of his head with his shield comfortably stowed over his shoulder, but he follows his instinct inside.

Neidar Folk Hero Forge Cleric

AC: 18 (Chain Mail +2 Shield) | HP: 12/12 (1d8+3) | Speed: 25 ft.
Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., Passive Perception 15, Insight 13, Investigation 12
Str: 14 (+2) | Dex: 8 (–1) | Con: 16 (+3) | Int: 10 (+0) | Wis: 16 (+3) | Cha: 10 (+0)
Languages: Speak, read, and write Common and Dwarvish

Spell-casting: +5 or DC 13 | 1st 2/2

Starting on the trail, Coltan happily finds the trail of his missing gear.  He heads into the brush collecting and stowing piece after piece.  Next to his last missing torch, he finds an amulet identical to his father's.  As soon as he touches the amulet, a pulse of divine energy ripples from him, causing the amulet to vanish from his hands. The pulse flattens the surrounding vegetation, creating an unnatural clearing similar to the one in his vision revealing a crumbling stone structure lies among the undergrowth. Its roof is pierced by the trunk of an immense tree, but its walls are mostly intact. A large, empty doorframe leads inside.

The itinerant smith feels supernaturally drawn toward the place, as if a familiar voice were calling his name. As he approaches the door, he hears faint voices inside.  "Hello?  Anyone in there?"  Self-preservation pings in the back of his head with his shield comfortably stowed over his shoulder, but he follows his instinct inside.

Neidar Folk Hero Forge Cleric

AC: 18 (Chain Mail +2 Shield) | HP: 12/12 (1d8+3) | Speed: 25 ft.
Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., Passive Perception 15, Insight 13, Investigation 12
Str: 14 (+2) | Dex: 8 (–1) | Con: 16 (+3) | Int: 10 (+0) | Wis: 16 (+3) | Cha: 10 (+0)
Languages: Speak, read, and write Common and Dwarvish

Spell-casting: +5 or DC 13 | 1st 2/2

Starting on the trail, Coltan happily finds the trail of his missing gear.  He heads into the brush collecting and stowing piece after piece.  Next to his last missing torch, he finds an amulet identical to his father's.  As soon as he touches the amulet, a pulse of divine energy ripples from him, causing the amulet to vanish from his hands. The pulse flattens the surrounding vegetation, creating an unnatural clearing similar to the one in his vision revealing a crumbling stone structure lies among the undergrowth. Its roof is pierced by the trunk of an immense tree, but its walls are mostly intact. A large, empty doorframe leads inside.

The itinerant smith feels supernaturally drawn toward the place, as if a familiar voice were calling his name. As he approaches the door, he hears faint voices inside.  "Hello?  Anyone in there?"  Self-preservation pings in the back of his head with his shield comfortably stowed over his shoulder, but he follows his instinct.

Neidar Folk Hero Forge Cleric

AC: 18 (Chain Mail +2 Shield) | HP: 12/12 (1d8+3) | Speed: 25 ft.
Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., Passive Perception 15, Insight 13, Investigation 12
Str: 14 (+2) | Dex: 8 (–1) | Con: 16 (+3) | Int: 10 (+0) | Wis: 16 (+3) | Cha: 10 (+0)
Languages: Speak, read, and write Common and Dwarvish

Spell-casting: +5 or DC 13 | 1st 2/2

Starting on the trail, Coltan happily finds the trail of his missing gear.  He heads into the brush collecting and stowing piece after piece.  Next to his last missing torch, he finds an amulet identical to his father's.  As soon as he touches the amulet, a pulse of divine energy ripples from him, causing the amulet to vanish from his hands. The pulse flattens the surrounding vegetation, creating an unnatural clearing similar to the one in his vision revealing a crumbling stone structure lies among the undergrowth. Its roof is pierced by the trunk of an immense tree, but its walls are mostly intact. A large, empty doorframe leads inside.

The itinerant smith feels supernaturally drawn toward the place, as if a familiar voice were calling his name. As he approaches the door, he hears faint voices inside.  "Hello?  Anyone in there?"  Self-preservation pings in the back of his head with his shield stowed over his shoulder, but he follows his instinct.

Neidar Folk Hero Forge Cleric

AC: 18 (Chain Mail +2 Shield) | HP: 12/12 (1d8+3) | Speed: 25 ft.
Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., Passive Perception 15, Insight 13, Investigation 12
Str: 14 (+2) | Dex: 8 (–1) | Con: 16 (+3) | Int: 10 (+0) | Wis: 16 (+3) | Cha: 10 (+0)
Languages: Speak, read, and write Common and Dwarvish

Spell-casting: +5 or DC 13 | 1st 2/2

Starting on the trail, Coltan happily finds the trail of his missing gear.  He heads into the brush collecting and stowing.  Next to his last missing torch, he finds an amulet identical to his father's.  As soon as he touches the amulet, a pulse of divine energy ripples from him, causing the amulet to vanish from his hands. The pulse flattens the surrounding vegetation, creating an unnatural clearing similar to the one in his vision revealing a crumbling stone structure lies among the undergrowth. Its roof is pierced by the trunk of an immense tree, but its walls are mostly intact. A large, empty doorframe leads inside.

The itinerant smith feels supernaturally drawn toward the place, as if a familiar voice were calling his name. As he approaches the door, he hears faint voices inside.  "Hello?  Anyone in there?"  Self-preservation pings in the back of his head with his shield stowed over his shoulder, but he follows his instinct.