Race: Variant Human.
Class: Paladin of Fiongala 1st Level
HD: 10+2=12
Essence: 15
Strength: 8. [-1]
Dexterity: 16. [+3]
Constitution: 14. [+2]
Intelligence: 10. [+/- 0]
Wisdom: 16. [+3]
Charisma: 12. [+1]
Skills: Insight+5, Investigation+2, Medicine+5, Perception+7(expertise), Sleight of hand+5, Stealth+5.
Lores: Fiongala +2
Tools: Disguise Kit, Thieves’ Tools.
Weapons: All but improvised.
Armors: Light, Medium, Heavy.
Saves: Wisdom, Charisma.
Powers/Features:
Divine Sense: Paladin class feature: 1+1(CHA Mod)=2 per Long Rest.
Lay On Hands: 5X1(Paladin Level)=5 healing pool per Long Rest.
City Secrets: Criminal background, PHB 141.
Skill Expert(Vuman): +1 Wisdom, Perception Skill + Expertise: Perception.
Human Racial Skill: Investigation.
Weapons: Shortsword(2), Dagger(1)
Armors: Studded Leather(1)
Other: Priest’s Pack. Fiongala Holy Symbol.
Born a nobody to a family of nothings, Breltigann -the only name he gives when asked- took to the lifestyle of an Urchin out of necessity rather than choice after his parents took ill and died. One of the smaller boys in his street crew, he learned quickly to be more aware of his surroundings than most. As such, he was usually the lookout on any job. Successful years of this life passed. Until the job that changed everything.
During a more risky but more lucrative heist, a priest ‘dropped’ his holy symbol near the boy. Breltigann, curious as to the dubiousness of such a careless loss of a valued item, picked up the symbol. His hair stood on end as a cunning female voice quickly told him, “The plan has failed! Escape!” An explosion in the building quickly took his attention, and he rushed into the smoking building. He searched for his found family unsuccessfully until the fire collapsed part of the building on him. He -almost- got out of the building unscathed -his pinky and ring finger on his right hand were crushed and burnt in his escape.
Alone for the second time in his life, wounded and frightened, he had one place to turn: the priest. If he returned the ‘lost’ holy symbol, maybe the priest would reward him with a bit of food and a night under a roof. The ‘dropped’ holy symbol was a planned coincidence, Breltigann would later discover, but not for years yet. Delirious by the time he found the priest, his 2 fingers could not be saved. The priest took his fingers, then took the now dubbed ‘Eight-Fingered’ Breltigann under his wing.
The priest took Eight-Fingered Breltigan to a shrine of Fiongala, saying it was The Cunning Lady of Foxes who spoke to the priest, telling him to walk down that street and drop the symbol that day.
Time passed, but Breltigann had found his calling, his purpose: to seek others such as himself; the swift of mind and body, those lucky and skilled, and bring them into the fold. His skills as a child made him well-suited to troubleshooting, while he searches for a way to repay the blessing of his Cunning Mistress via ‘dropping’ a holy symbol in the path of another Lost Kit.
Created 6-2023 / For: Lowland Archeology adventure
Adventuring With:
Kelris
Eight-Fingered Breltigann
Raker
Volstagg