Name: Gage | Class & Level: 1st-level Warlock | Background: |
Race: Human | Alignment: Chaotic-Good* | experience Points: 0 |
Characteristics
14 (+2) Strength
12 (+1) Dexterity
14 (+2) Constitution
8 (-1) Intelligence
10 (+0) Wisdom (+2 Saves)
17 (+3) Charisma (+2 Saves)
Proficiency Bonus: +2, Speed: 30", Current Hit Points: 10, Hit Points Max: 10
Death Saves: Passive Perception: Saves: Wisdom, Charisma
AC: 12 Initiative: +1
Attacks:
Powers ...
Leather Armor (11+ Dex) 10lbs
Weapons:
2 Daggers: 1d4 Piercing, Range 20/60 (finesse, light, thrown)
Quarterstaff: 1d6 (Versatile 1d8)
Inventory
[*]Common,
Background
“Do you want to see a dead body?” That’s what the young Henry Thibault said to his friend Gage one summer evening after they had finished their chores. Gage’s very old, but distant, father insisted on him finishing his chores each day.
“A dead body?”
“Yeah, a dead body. It’s in the forest off of the old Oak View passage. C’mon! Let’s go!”
That was how it all began. The body which Henry led him to was that of an old human man. It was lying on its back in a small clearing. The eyes had long been pecked out by ravens and the corpse had been riddled with stab wounds and vicious slashes. Bludgeoning damage had matted down the long, fuzzy, gray hair of the man’s head and beard. The clothes had been violently torn, the pockets ripped out, and his robes shredded as if someone (or something) had been looking for something within them.
The ghastly site gave the boys a very uneasy feeling. It came as no surprise that the first sounds they heard from that point in the forest gave them reason to flee. Running through the brush, one following another, it was Gage that tripped and fell over something, something small and flat, wrapped in cloth. It was rectangular, like a leather-bound book.
“Gage! Are you okay? What is it?”
At that moment something deep inside of Gage told him not to tell his friend about his discovery. Although he normally shared everything with Henry (his best friend), something felt “different” this time. “Something” told Gage not to share what he had found. “I’m okay! It’s…. It’s… nothing.” Gage tucked the item under his clothing and the boys each ran swiftly back to their respective homes.
Gage’s finding was some sort of ancient Tome. Over the next few weeks and months, the Tome became Gage’s new best friend as he grew increasingly miserly and reclusive. Gage confided in the Tome and the Tome confided in him. It helped him DO things. Incredible things! To him, this was a sign from Pelor, but the covetous nature of the Tome kept Gage from sharing its contents. After some many months (perhaps years) of bonding, Gage began receiving ‘visions’ of the future. It was a future in which great calamity and ruin would come to the kingdom. Gage saw this as a forewarning from Pelor and has made it his task to warn everyone who would hear.