Rhogan spends his days searching for answers and his nights searching for salvation at the bottom of a bottle.
Rhogan, level 1 Dragonborn, Fighter Build: Guardian Fighter Fighter Talents: One-handed Weapon Talent
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 18, Con 16, Dex 10, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 12.
Starting Ability Scores Str 16, Con 16, Dex 10, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 10.
AC: 19 Fort: 16 Reflex: 12 Will: 11 HP: 31 Surges: 14 Surge Value: 10
TRAINED SKILLS Streetwise, Athletics, Intimidate.
FEATS 1: Durable
POWERS 1, At-Will: Cleave 1, At-Will: Sure Strike 1, Encounter: Passing Attack 1, Daily: Comeback Strike
ITEMS Adventurer’s Kit, Scale Armor, Longsword, Heavy Shield
A man, lost. A boy, rather, barely past the Age of Giving. He returned home from a year of public service to find his home in ashes, his family nowhere to be found. Rhogan now spends his days searching for answers and his nights searching for salvation at the bottom of a bottle.
At the age of 18, members of the esteemed Sharadh clan of Dragonborn are required to spend at least a year helping the less fortunate civilians of the Citadel in any way they can. Only once they find atonement through philanthropy can they return home. For Rhogan, this took nearly 15 months. Impatient, as younglings often are, he rushed home to see his family and Aland, the love of his life.
As he approached Sharadh Manor, he noticed the tainted stench first, followed by a knot of dread in the pit of his stomach. His fears were confirmed when he saw his home in ashes, freshly burned but no longer smoking. Panic consumed him. Early attempts to search the property had him collapse in melancholic fury. It was nearly dusk before Rhogan gained enough composure to search the premises. Hidden under a pile of cinder he found his father’s sword, blade shattered nearly to the hilt.
After failing to gather any information from the neighbors, Rhogan made his way into the city. After several long and fruitless days of searching, he settled into the nearest watering hole, The Thirsty Brigand, to drown his sorrows. Six frothy mugs of ale later had his throat whetted but his coin purse tapped, so he decided to settle in next to another forlorn looking Dragonborn… (tbc)