This is a story of one of my PCs. I will post his statistics at the end of
each chapter. This story follows standard 3rd edition D&D core rules, which
are owned by Wizards of the Coast. Only figures I own are any names
mentioned in this story.
Chapter 1- The beginning
Koren, a tall, brunette figure, with green eyes, set out for the dungeons under the ruins of Morath. His equipment, consisting of a longsword, a breastplate, and a large steel shield, was all that was needed for anyone to know that Koren was a paladin. The path to the dungeons was long, dangerous and tiring.
Being one of good stamina, Koren reached the rivers of Tal at the end of his first day. Koren decided to set up camp under an overhang. He was lighting a fire with his flint and tinder when he heard a rustling in the shrubs. He drew his longsword and shield, but did not have the time to even take out his breastplate when a young green dragon lunged at him. Koren managed to roll to the side, but the dragon lashed out with its claws, catching Koren in the side. Koren smote at the dragon, cutting through its sinewy shoulder. The dragon roared, spewing acid all over Koren. Koren raised his shield, but the acid blast knocked him back. At this, the dragon ran back into the shrubs.
Koren sighed as he examined his shield. 'Another perfectly good shield melted.' Koren threw the shield away in anger, then proceeded to heal his wound. A small ray of light grew from his hand into his wound, closing it and raising his spirits a little. Koren walked back into camp, and continued to light the fire. After this had been done, Koren chewed at a little bit of raisins he picked up in Walwok before he headed out for Morath. The fire blazed, and the warmth lulled Koren to sleep.
The next day, a fog had settled in the plains. Koren could hardly see five feet in front of him, but donned his breastplate, picked up his longsword, and kept going towards Morath. The first few hours of traveling went on easily. At about noon, an arrow lanced through the air towards Koren. His breastplate blocked the arrow easily enough, but Koren still ducked behind a rock. Soon after, many more arrows followed, and a distant rumbling began to be heard. A hunting group of goblins surrounded the rock where Koren was hiding, and trained arrow points on him. There were eight in all, with morningstars hung from their sashes. "What do you want?" Koren asked the strongest-looking goblin. "Want food we." Said the goblin in broken common. "We food take have you." "You'll have to work at it first." Eight arrows flew straight at Koren, but he crouched as they either flew overhead or bounced off of his armor. He leapt up, cleaving through the first two he could reach. The others, dropping their shortbow, drew their morningstars. Koren turned to parry a blow with his longsword, and followed through with a stab to the unfortunate goblin's heart. The remaining five tried to surround Koren, but he slashed through one and stepped out of the circle. Two of the four charged him, attempting to rush him back into the rock. Koren allowed him to be pushed into the rock, and slashed out, catching both goblins in the throat. The other two dropped their morningstars and ran. Koren, fearing that more would come, decided to take the long way to the ruins.
At the end of the day, Koren reached the borders of another forest. He set up camp about twenty yards from the forest's edge, and lay down to rest. The night sky was clear, and many stars soon showed their radiant faces. Koren, seeing his deity's star, kneeled to pray. An hour passed, and Koren finished his prayer as the fire he had set up burned itself out. Koren crawled into his bedroll, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Koren decided to travel without his armor. He picked up his longsword and walked into the forest. Koren heard a crackling noise above him, and looked in time to see an elf jump down to the forest floor. "Phauran!" Koren exclaimed as the elf straightened. "Koren! It is good to see you." The elf responded. He was tall for an elf, standing at five feet and six inches, and had unusually light brown hair with the deepest blue eyes. Phauran was a seasoned ranger, with more experience in the real world than Koren. "Koren, what brings you to this part of the world?" "Well, I heard that the ruins of Morath had some pretty good fights for me. I didn't expect to see you though." "Yeah. I move around a lot, so you never know. Hey, maybe I should go with you." "Why not? After all, we haven't had a good adventure together since we took out Kakubiyet." "I know what you mean. I'll get my stuff and meet you here." Phauran climbed the tree he was on, picked up a longbow, a studded leather armor, a shortsword, and a longsword, and jumped back down. "Hey, where's your shield?" "Some dragon burnt it up." "I see." The two friends traveled out of the forest together, sharing personal experiences.
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Koren, male human Pal5: CR 5; Size M (6 ft., 3 in. tall); HD 5d10+10; hp 41; Init +1 (+1 Dex); Spd 20 ft.; AC 16 (+1 Dex, +5 Breastplate); Attack +9 longsword (melee), 1d8+2 or +6 shortbow (ranged, 60 ft.), 1d6; SV Fort +9 Ref +5 Will +6; AL LG; Str 14, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 17
Languages spoken: Common
Skills: Heal +12, Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +5, Ride +1, Listen (cc) +5, Feats: Power attack, Cleave, Weapon focus (longsword)
Possessions: Masterwork longsword, shortbow, 18 arrows, breastplate, trail rations (3), 12 GP, 23 SP, and 5 CP.
Phauran, male elf (high) Rgr8: CR8; Size M (5 ft., 6 in. tall); HD 8d10; hp 56; Init + 5 (+5 Dex); Spd 30 ft.; AC 18(+5 Dex, +3 studded leather); Attack +8/+3 longsword, +8 shortsword (melee), 1d8+2/1d8+2+1d6+1 or +15 longbow (ranged, 100 ft.), 1d8+1; SV Fort +6 Ref +7 Will +5; AL NG; Str 12, Dex 20, Con 10, Int 10, Wis 16, Cha 14
Languages spoken: Common, Elven
Skills: Wilderness lore +14, Handle Animal +8, Move Silently +10, Ride +10, Listen +9, Spot +9, Search +7 Feats: Weapon focus (longbow), Alertness, Dodge
Possessions: +1 longsword, masterwork shortsword, +1 longbow, masterwork studded-leather, 31 arrows, trail rations (4), 35 GP, 10 SP, and 34 CP.
Chapter 1- The beginning
Koren, a tall, brunette figure, with green eyes, set out for the dungeons under the ruins of Morath. His equipment, consisting of a longsword, a breastplate, and a large steel shield, was all that was needed for anyone to know that Koren was a paladin. The path to the dungeons was long, dangerous and tiring.
Being one of good stamina, Koren reached the rivers of Tal at the end of his first day. Koren decided to set up camp under an overhang. He was lighting a fire with his flint and tinder when he heard a rustling in the shrubs. He drew his longsword and shield, but did not have the time to even take out his breastplate when a young green dragon lunged at him. Koren managed to roll to the side, but the dragon lashed out with its claws, catching Koren in the side. Koren smote at the dragon, cutting through its sinewy shoulder. The dragon roared, spewing acid all over Koren. Koren raised his shield, but the acid blast knocked him back. At this, the dragon ran back into the shrubs.
Koren sighed as he examined his shield. 'Another perfectly good shield melted.' Koren threw the shield away in anger, then proceeded to heal his wound. A small ray of light grew from his hand into his wound, closing it and raising his spirits a little. Koren walked back into camp, and continued to light the fire. After this had been done, Koren chewed at a little bit of raisins he picked up in Walwok before he headed out for Morath. The fire blazed, and the warmth lulled Koren to sleep.
The next day, a fog had settled in the plains. Koren could hardly see five feet in front of him, but donned his breastplate, picked up his longsword, and kept going towards Morath. The first few hours of traveling went on easily. At about noon, an arrow lanced through the air towards Koren. His breastplate blocked the arrow easily enough, but Koren still ducked behind a rock. Soon after, many more arrows followed, and a distant rumbling began to be heard. A hunting group of goblins surrounded the rock where Koren was hiding, and trained arrow points on him. There were eight in all, with morningstars hung from their sashes. "What do you want?" Koren asked the strongest-looking goblin. "Want food we." Said the goblin in broken common. "We food take have you." "You'll have to work at it first." Eight arrows flew straight at Koren, but he crouched as they either flew overhead or bounced off of his armor. He leapt up, cleaving through the first two he could reach. The others, dropping their shortbow, drew their morningstars. Koren turned to parry a blow with his longsword, and followed through with a stab to the unfortunate goblin's heart. The remaining five tried to surround Koren, but he slashed through one and stepped out of the circle. Two of the four charged him, attempting to rush him back into the rock. Koren allowed him to be pushed into the rock, and slashed out, catching both goblins in the throat. The other two dropped their morningstars and ran. Koren, fearing that more would come, decided to take the long way to the ruins.
At the end of the day, Koren reached the borders of another forest. He set up camp about twenty yards from the forest's edge, and lay down to rest. The night sky was clear, and many stars soon showed their radiant faces. Koren, seeing his deity's star, kneeled to pray. An hour passed, and Koren finished his prayer as the fire he had set up burned itself out. Koren crawled into his bedroll, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Koren decided to travel without his armor. He picked up his longsword and walked into the forest. Koren heard a crackling noise above him, and looked in time to see an elf jump down to the forest floor. "Phauran!" Koren exclaimed as the elf straightened. "Koren! It is good to see you." The elf responded. He was tall for an elf, standing at five feet and six inches, and had unusually light brown hair with the deepest blue eyes. Phauran was a seasoned ranger, with more experience in the real world than Koren. "Koren, what brings you to this part of the world?" "Well, I heard that the ruins of Morath had some pretty good fights for me. I didn't expect to see you though." "Yeah. I move around a lot, so you never know. Hey, maybe I should go with you." "Why not? After all, we haven't had a good adventure together since we took out Kakubiyet." "I know what you mean. I'll get my stuff and meet you here." Phauran climbed the tree he was on, picked up a longbow, a studded leather armor, a shortsword, and a longsword, and jumped back down. "Hey, where's your shield?" "Some dragon burnt it up." "I see." The two friends traveled out of the forest together, sharing personal experiences.
~-o-~
Koren, male human Pal5: CR 5; Size M (6 ft., 3 in. tall); HD 5d10+10; hp 41; Init +1 (+1 Dex); Spd 20 ft.; AC 16 (+1 Dex, +5 Breastplate); Attack +9 longsword (melee), 1d8+2 or +6 shortbow (ranged, 60 ft.), 1d6; SV Fort +9 Ref +5 Will +6; AL LG; Str 14, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 17
Languages spoken: Common
Skills: Heal +12, Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +5, Ride +1, Listen (cc) +5, Feats: Power attack, Cleave, Weapon focus (longsword)
Possessions: Masterwork longsword, shortbow, 18 arrows, breastplate, trail rations (3), 12 GP, 23 SP, and 5 CP.
Phauran, male elf (high) Rgr8: CR8; Size M (5 ft., 6 in. tall); HD 8d10; hp 56; Init + 5 (+5 Dex); Spd 30 ft.; AC 18(+5 Dex, +3 studded leather); Attack +8/+3 longsword, +8 shortsword (melee), 1d8+2/1d8+2+1d6+1 or +15 longbow (ranged, 100 ft.), 1d8+1; SV Fort +6 Ref +7 Will +5; AL NG; Str 12, Dex 20, Con 10, Int 10, Wis 16, Cha 14
Languages spoken: Common, Elven
Skills: Wilderness lore +14, Handle Animal +8, Move Silently +10, Ride +10, Listen +9, Spot +9, Search +7 Feats: Weapon focus (longbow), Alertness, Dodge
Possessions: +1 longsword, masterwork shortsword, +1 longbow, masterwork studded-leather, 31 arrows, trail rations (4), 35 GP, 10 SP, and 34 CP.