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Revision as of 19:33, 11 March 2021
Sticks :: Circle of the Land Druid (Coast)
"The Moon sees what the Land feels"
Base Matrix
- Ht: 5' 2" | Wt: 120lbs | hair: Red | Eyes: Green | Lv: 2 | Aln: NG |
Attributes
- STR 10 / +0 Save (+0) || DEX 14 / +2 Save (+2) || CON 16 / +3 Save (+3)
- INT 10 / +0 Save (+2) || WIS 16 / +3 Save (+5) || CHA 11/ +0 Save (+0)
Skills
- Insight [+5]
- Persuasion [+2]
- Survival [+5]
- Perception [+5]
Languages
- Common
- Elvish
- Dwarvish
Tools
Cartography Tools
Combat
AC 14 | HP 19 | Hit Dice: 1d8 | Initiative Modifier +2
| Weapon | To Hit | Damage | Range/Reach | Weapon | To Hit | Damage | Range/Reach | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| quarterstaff | +2 / +5 | 1d6+0 / 1d8+3 | N/A | Dagger | +4 | 1d4+4 | 20' | |
Feats
Magic Initiate You know two wizard cantrips and one L1 wizard spell:
- Message
- Light
- Feather Fall
Racial Features [Human]
Size: Medium
Speed: 30
Class Features
Circle of Land Coast
Wild Shape
Spellcasting Logistics
Spell Slots: L1 | 3
Spell DC: 13
Spell Att Mod: +5
Cantrips
- Message
- Light
- Shillelagh
- Produce Flame
- Poison Spray
Prepared Spells
- Cure wounds
- Faerie Fire
- Entangle
Rituals Known
- -
- -
- -
Eldritch Invocations
- -
- -
Background [Cartographer: Guild Artisan]
Equipment
Wealth
- 0 gems
- 0 pp
- 9 gp
- 0 ep
- 9 sp
- 10 cp
Weapons
- Spear X2
- Dagger X2
Armor
- Studded Leather
Gear
- Pack | Bedroll | 50' Silk Rope | 2 weeks Rations | Water Skin | Arcane Focus
Magic Items
- -
- -
- -
- -
Backstory
Salt is a young minotaur with a great wanderlust, a certain bitterness towards the gods, and a giant heart for the people in his life. His wandering is in no small part due to the pact he entered into with a strange creature from the deeps in the midst of a terrible storm.
For three days the sea assaulted them.
For three days the gods ignored their prayers while the devils mocked their skills.
In the deep night it came to him. Pale, bulbous, writhing with tentacles bigger than their longboat, and so many eyes - all those eyes - and not a soul on board could see it but him.
And in the echoing cavern of his stormsoaked mind, it offered him their lives. His own life was all it required in return.
Salt didn't know how long it took him to respond. In some recollections his answer was immediate. In some he agonized for hours. But in blood and brine, he made the pact and the storm and the creature vanished.
Upon returning home, Salt found nothing left him content, and though he always returned, he found himself sailing farther away from the isles of the Dragon's Reach and staying abroad longer each time he fled the rocky broken shores of his home.