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Men are naturally barbarians, and that will remain forever. The passion, the love, and the lust is intensifying with time. - Fawad Khan
+2 STR, +1 CHA
Poison Breath Weapon:
As an action, I exhale destructive energy in a 15 ft cone. All in the area must make a Con saving throw with DC 8 + Con modifier + prof bonus. (DC 12) It does 2d6 poison damage, half as much damage on a successful save. The damage increases to 3d6 at level 6, 4d6 at level 11, and 5d6 at level 16. I can't use this feature again until I finish a short rest.
Rage (Barbarian 1, PHB 48) [+2 melee damage, 3× per long rest]
Start/end as bonus action; add damage to melee weapons that use Str; lasts 1 min. Adv. on Strength checks/saves (not attacks); resistance to bludgeoning/piercing/slashing/ Stops if I end turn without attacking or taking damage since last turn, or unconscious
Unarmored Defense (Barbarian 1, PHB 48)
Without armor, my AC is 10 + Dexterity modifier + Constitution modifier + shield
Survival Instincts (Barbarian 2, UA: CFV 1)
I gain proficiency and expertise with two skills of my choice (Perception and Survival)
Reckless Attack (Barbarian 2, PHB 48)
Advantage on melee weapon attacks during my turn Advantage against me on attacks by opponents until next turn
Lingering Magic (Path of the Wild Soul 3) [CON modifier (2x) per long rest]
I can cast Detect Magic without spell slots or components, using CON for spellcasting When I do so, the force lines on my skin and my acid puffs change color corresponding with the school of magic I detect:
- Abjuration - Gold
- Conjuration - Dark green
- Divination - White
- Enchantment - Silver
- Evocation - Red
- Illusion - Oil-slick rainbow swirl
- Necromancy - Black
- Transmutation - Blue
Wild Surge (Path of the Wild Soul 3)
Whenever I enter my rage, I have to roll on the Wild Surge Rage table to determine the magical effect produced. If the wild surge requires a saving throw, the DC is 8 + Proficiency + CON (DC 12) Duration - Some surges have a Persistent duration, which are active as long as I am raging, and end when my rage ends. Only one Persistent effect can be active at a time; if I trigger another surge and another Persistent effect occurs, it replaces the old one. Unstable Rage - Whenever I take damage, I roll a d20. A wild surge occurs if the roll is equal to or less than half the damage taken. Once a surge occurs in this way, another one cannot occur until the start of my next turn. Directed Chaos - When I roll on the Wild Surge table, I can change the results of the roll by 1 in either direction, as long as I have triggered that effect before (minimum 1, maximum 20) Once I use this, I cannot do so again until I finish a rest (short or long)
Wild Surge Table
1. You unleash an explosion in a 20-foot radius centered on yourself. Creatures in the area, including you, must make a Dexterity saving throw, and you roll a number of d10s equal to your Rage Damage. A creature takes fire damage equal to the total on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.
2. (Persistent) You teleport up to 20 feet to an unoccupied space you can see. Until your rage ends, you can activate this effect again on each of your turns as a bonus action.
3. Energy floods into your body. You can immediately take one additional action, which can only be used to take the Attack or Dash action.
4. (Persistent) Plant life temporarily grows around you: the ground within 10 feet of you is difficult terrain, and you do not suffer penalties to your movement to move through it.
5. Healing energy radiates from you. Roll a number of d12s equal to your Rage Damage. You restore up to the total as hit points, divided as you choose among any number of creatures that you can see within 30 feet of you.
6. (Persistent) You are borne aloft. You gain a flying speed equal to your walking speed.
7. You conjure 1d4 intangible spirits (resembling flumphs) in unoccupied spaces within 30 feet of you. Each spirit immediately flies 30 feet in a random direction. At the end of your turn, all spirits explode. Roll a number of d8s equal to your Rage Damage. Each creature within 5 feet of one or more of the spirits must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or take force damage equal to the total.
8. (Persistent) Light bends around you. You and anything you are wearing or carrying becomes invisible. This effect ends early when you attack.
9. A beam of brilliant light lances from your chest in a line 5-feet-wide and 60-feet-long. Roll a number of d8s equal to your Rage Damage. Each creature in the line must succeed on a Constitution saving throw or take radiant damage equal to the total and be blinded until the start of your next turn.
10. (Persistent) Shadows weave around a weapon of your choice you are holding. Until your rage ends, your weapon deals psychic damage instead of its bludgeoning, slashing, or piercing damage, and it gains the light and thrown properties with a normal range of 20 feet and a long range of 60 feet. If you drop the weapon or throw it, the weapon dissipates and reappears in your hand at the end of your turn.
11. Necrotic energy bursts from you. Roll a number of d6s equal to your Rage Damage. Each other creature within 30 feet of you takes necrotic damage equal to the total, and you gain temporary hit points equal to the sum of the necrotic damage dealt to the creatures.
12. (Persistent) Arcane energy enshrouds you. Until your rage ends, you gain a +2 bonus to AC, and whenever a creature within 10 feet of you hits you with an attack, that creature takes force damage equal to two times your Rage Damage.
13. Strong winds blast out from you. Each creature within 10 feet of you must succeed on a Strength saving throw or be pushed away from you a number of feet equal to five times your Rage Damage, and then fall prone.
14. (Persistent) Your body becomes wreathed in flames. You shed bright light in a 30-foot radius and dim light for an additional 30 feet, and your melee attacks deal an additional amount of fire damage equal to your Rage Damage. If another creature touches you or hits you with a melee attack while within 5 feet of you, roll a number of d4s equal to your Rage Damage. That creature takes fire damage equal to the total.
15. Your visage becomes terrifying. Creatures within 30 feet of you must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or become frightened of you until the end of your next turn.
16. (Persistent) Your eyes can pierce through illusions. You gain truesight to a range of 60 feet.
17. Arcane energy taps into the minds of those around you. Each creature within 30 feet of you must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw, or you see a glimpse of the creature’s thoughts, learning how it plans to attack you. As a result, the creature has disadvantage on attack rolls against you until the start of your next turn.
18. (Persistent) Your body can move much faster than usual. Your movement speed increases by 10 feet, and your movement doesn't provoke opportunity attacks.
19. You disrupt magic around you. Creatures within 30 feet of you that are concentrating on a spell must succeed on a Constitution saving throw or lose concentration on the spell. The DC is equal to 10 + the spell's level.
20. (Persistent) Your become the center of a storm. Once per turn, when you successfully hit a creature with a melee attack, lightning leaps from your weapon to another creature of your choice within 30 feet. Roll a number of d6s equal to your Rage Damage. The target creature must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or suffer lightning damage equal to the total.
Provides fire resistance as an action Lasts CON/CHA bonus rounds (whichever is higher) (2 rounds) Requires long rest before use again
Show mark make by Klauth to smithies/leatherworkers with the hidden mark on their door They will lend aid if possible
Criminal Contact: I have a reliable and trustworthy contact who acts as my liaison to a network of other criminals. I know how to get messages to and from my contact, even over great distances; specifically, I know the local messengers, corrupt caravan masters, and seedy sailors who can deliver my messages.
- Coins: x cp • x sp • x ep • 48 gp • x pp • Other coins: x
- Gems: x
- In Hand: none
- Worn: Greatsword (on back), javelin case (on back), black jacket with shredded sleeves, black pants tucked into black leather boots
- Belt: Shortsword (in scabbard on left hip), coin purse, waterskin
- Backpack: Bedroll, Mess kit, tinderbox, torches (10), rations (10 days), 50' hemp rope, crowbar
- Poor: (2 sp/day)
Jarvin never really gave a flying fuck about his family's "honor" or "upholding their name" bullshit. The fucking "metal dragons" beat the shit out of him because he was chromatic. They did it to all the chromies. His clutchmates got the same treatment, but because they believed in the hype, they submitted to it and tried to just ignore it. He tried to do the same, but after his best friend's head was removed during a "lesson" because he didn't intervene, he vowed that anyone who tried to "teach him a lesson" was going to get one of their own.
A lot of his attitude about familial honor meaning piss-all came from an event as a hatchling. When he was a wee four-year-old, he fell asleep inside a caravan wagon while cleaning it, and the wagon was picked up by Klauth, the great wyrm of the North. Jarvin never really liked heights, and he knew he was going to be yelled at by the gold dragonborn who'd put him to work, so he wasn't happy about what happened. When Klauth clawed open the roof of the caravan and stuck his nose in to see what was inside, Jarvin balled up his little fists and bopped the dragon on the nose, yelling "PUT ME BACK".
The old wyrm laughed heartily at how earnest and brave the little dragonling was, and took him under his wing. He told his worshippers the young dragonborn was to be taught the ways of magic, but after a few had been burnt to a crisp for failing to do so, Klauth, now known as "Uncle Snarl" to the little dragonborn (and only to him), decided to teach him how to fight instead. The stronger worshippers taught the youngling how to punch, kick, and fight dirty, and Jarvin took to this with ease. He grew in strength as well as in boldness, and Klauth saw that he would someday become a great warrior.
Nearly a year later, Klauth decided it was time for the young dragonborn to return to his family, he held a great ceremony with his followers. They had successfully raided another red dragon's lair and stolen 2 of their prized eggs. The first was used in a ritual to increase Klauth's life force, while the second, a nearly-born red dragon, was broken open and drained of its blood and stripped of its scales. Klauth used his claw to carve a sigil of his patronage into Jarvin's chest, then painted with the blood and scales from the dead wyrmling. Klauth was impressed the young dragonborn did not cry out or moan during the ritual (though Jarvin later spent many days crying in pain once Uncle Snarl was out of sight). He then flew Jarvin to a point outside of Mithral Hall, where he dropped him off and pointed him to the dwarvenhold. "Show your mark to the dwarves, and tell them that I order them to deliver you home." Jarvin patted Uncle Snarl on the snout, said thank you, and walked to the Hall. When he showed his mark, the dwarves gawped at him, then ran inside to gather supplies and such for the trip.
Eventually, Jarvin told everyone to piss off when he turned 13 and got big enough to turn the metal's attacks against them consistently. No one, not a single fucking adult, backed him up, not even his parents. When his friend Syrial and he had refused to clear the silver dragonborns' steps of snow in the winter, she was held down and her head was slowly cut off in front of Jarvin to teach him a lesson. As a result of this, the following summer he packed up his clothes and ran from the clutch. A couple of days later, the bodies of five silver dragonborn were discovered, and their eyes had been removed. Shortly thereafter, a flagon of water was discovered that contained the missing eyes.
He spent a couple of years on the streets living rough, getting into fights and using his brawn and ability to breathe poison at folks to scrabble up money and food. Soon enough, Old Kickel took him into his gang as a rough, and he started guarding Kickel and the faster, smaller ones, like Heidi the Dyke and Strop. Him and Shayel did all the heavy lifting when needed. He didn't need armor, he was tougher than that. Hell, he didn't need a weapon either, though when he got his hands on a greatsword after beating the shit out of a couple of "guards" during a heist, he didn't hesitate to figure out the balance of it so he could start applying extra force when someone refused to give their shit up.
Then, he fucked up. Hard. Got greedy while backing up Kickel and Heidi while raiding some magician's house and saw a ring that looked really cool. He could tell it probably could do some stuff, so he grabbed it and put it in his coat pocket. When he got back to his hidey-hole, he put it on, and everything went fucking berserk. His brain felt like it was being squeezed, his arm went hot, cold, numb, all electric, and his guts were being moved around without his permission. This... this PISSED HIM OFF. He'd never felt anger like this before. His vision went black, and he started screaming and punching and kicking and knocking everything around him. He was not in control, but he loved feeling like he was beating the shit out of this thing purely through spite.
When things were said and done, his arm had patterns of glowing lines in various colors, his coat was in tatters, all his shit was broken, he was breathing heavy, and when he looked in a mirror, his eyes had gone pure black, except for a ring of the prior green they'd been around the edges and around the iris.
He looked badass. He needed to take this shit on the road to see what he could do now.
- Old Kickel, leader of Underside Bugbears
- Heidi the Dyke, 2nd in command
- Shayel, the other Heavy
- Baz Landen, the "face" of the group
- Biddie Softfoot, the intel-gatherer
- Strop, the fence