Ten-Sun

Description:

Dragonborn, Sorcerer

Spell Source: Dragon Magic

Dragon Soul: Dragon Soul Fire

FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 16, Con 17, Dex 10, Int 8, Wis 10, Cha 16.

AC: 20 Fort: 20 Reflex: 16 Will: 18

HP: 49 Surges: 9 Surge Value: 15

TRAINED SKILLS

Arcana +6, Intimidate +12

UNTRAINED SKILLS

Acrobatics +2, Bluff +5, Diplomacy +5, Dungeoneering +2, Endurance +5, Heal +2, History +3, Insight +2, Nature +2, Perception +2, Religion +1, Stealth +2, Streetwise +5, Thievery +2, Athletics +5

POWERS

Sorcerer at-will 1: Arcing Fire
Sorcerer utility 2: Ominous Threat
Sorcerer encounter 3: Flame Spiral

ITEMS

Cloth Armor (Basic Clothing), Spiked gauntlet, Dagger, Spear, Backpack (empty), Flint and Steel, Hempen Rope (50 ft.), Standard Identification Papers, Crude Pistol

Bio:

There are many forces at work upon the denizens of this world some far reaching and influential, some short and sharp, but none so powerful and oppressive as that of the tide. Unfathomable gallons shifting an unfathomable weight inches across the whole of the world. A force which can crush and erode to nothing but a memory, or uplift…

The timbers of the Bellington creak and groan under the strain of the tide, though being made of a wood two times stronger and one quarter the weight of Oak, still they bow in servitude to their watery master. Among the sea sprung wails another sound breaks the silence of the under deck, small and meek, barely a whisper in comparison, yet containing of no less power. The slow scrap of brine stained, sun soaked, work hardened, sailors hands slowly turn a ring with in their fingers. This ring is not a fancy ring, merely the common sort of article which one might see a low class merchant or high class peasant wear with enthusiasm, though certainly not the type for a sailor. Being made of a copper and brass mixture with silvered engravings the piece dulled with the tarnish of misuse. Slowly the ring turns, and slowly the sailor thinks. Turns and thinks. Turns and thinks of things long unremembered, things buried to be forgotten whom somehow have found their way to the surface. As if these things long to be remembered as one might long for air after being held beneath the waves, these memories burst forth from the surface and consume the sailors mind.

Ten-Sun

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