Embry Em Ranger
Embry "Em" [Ranger]
Look: Wild Eyes, Hooded Head, Traveling Clothes, Sharp Body
Str 13 (+1) Dex 16 (+2) Cha 9 (+0) Con 12 (+0) Int 8 (-1) Wis 15 (+1) HP 20max Dam d8 Load 12max
Human Ranger: When you make camp in a dungeon or city, you don’t need to consume a ration.
Called Shot - When you attack a defenseless or surprised enemy at range, you can choose to deal your damage or name your target and roll+DEX.
Animal Companion - "God" Molossus(Dog/Mastiff Type) Ferocity +3, Cunning +1, 1 Armor, Instinct +1 (burly, huge, intimidating, fight monsters, stubborn)
Alignment: Good. Endanger yourself to combat an unnatural threat.
- dungeon rations (5 uses, 1 weight)
- leather armor (1 armor, 1 weight)
- bundle of arrows (3 ammo, 1 weight)x2
- Hunter’s bow (near, far, 1 weight)
- short sword (close, 1 weight)
- Adventuring gear (1 weight)
My name is Embry, "Em" to anyone who doesn't want an ass kicking. I used-ta-be the son of a wealthy lord in a distant kingdom. Now I am disowned, disinherited, disavowed, disloved, and disfuckallelse after my sister's death. I was, of course, connected, deemed responsible, and drunk at the time though nobody can tell me exactly what happened to her.
At a young age my father encouraged me to shoot the bow. But who cares all children of the upper class learned to pull a string in addition to 1000 other things but I loved it and I was GOOD! My FATHER!! ...Spared no expense bringing in tutors for me. I even had the odd elf or two give me private lessons in the countryside. Days we would disappear on the trail of some beast. Scouting, living from the land, being one with the effin trees. But being the best with all the money in the world and wanting to be somebody else other than your FATHERS HEIR!!! ...I started drinking and I aint ready to quit yet.
...And this ^%$ing dog won't leave me the F alone. He answers to God which apparently is drunk for dog. He doesn't listen for shite but he seems to always be around when I am being impolitely asked to leave an establishment so he's earned his keep. Which is more than I can say for anybody else is this turd fire place.
So here I am. Delving! Because selling pelts for honest money requires too much sobriety.
Lindorell Dragonbane is a friend of nature, so I will be their friend as well.