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Waylan Rowenmantle

Personal Information
Name: Waylan Rowenmantle Player: Fabio Passamonti
Race: Human Gender: Male Height: ??
Class: Fighter/Bard Level: 2/2 Weight: 122 lbs
XP: 6000 Next Level: 10000
Prestige Classes: None Alignment: Neutral Good
Eyes: Azure Hair:  Brown Deity: Liira, Tyr
Age: 18 Hit Points: 30

Ability Scores

Saving Throws

SCORE

MOD

TEMP SCORE

TEMP MOD

TOTAL

BASE SAVE

ABI MOD

MAGIC MOD

MISC MOD

TEMP MOD

STR

17 +3

FORT

(CON)

 +4

=

 3

+

 1

+

+

  

+

DEX

14 +2

REF

(DEX)

 +5

=

 3

+

 2

+

+

  

+

CON

12 +1

   

WILL

(WIS)

 +3

=

 3

+

 0

+

+

+

INT

14 +2

SAVING THROW MODIFIERS

WIS

11 0

CHA

13 +1

Armor Class

 19

=

10

+

 6

+

1

+

 2

+

+

  

NORMAL

ARMOR BONUS

SHLD MOD

DEX MOD

SIZE MOD

MISC MOD

AC MODIFIERS

Initiative

 +6

=

2

+

4

Attack Bonuses

INITIATIVE MODIFIERS

DEX MOD

MISC MOD

TOTAL

ATTACK BONUS

BASE

ATTACK BONUS

ABI MOD

SIZE MOD

MISC MOD

TEMP MOD

MELEE

(STR)

 +6

=

+

 3

+

 3

+

+

RANGED

(DEX)

 +5

=

+

 3

+

 2

+

+

Feats

  • Improved initiative
  • Cleave
  • Mounted combat
  • Power attack

Inventory
  • Items Readied /Worn
    • Long sword
    • Plate mail
    • Large Iron shield
    • Backpack
    • Travel robes
    • Signature ring
    • Paper and ink
    • Lamp
    • oil
    • soap
    • necklace (with his mother's portrait)

Character Description:

The bless...or the curse of the epic Knight runs in Waylan's veins. He's the only son of Gorstag Rowanmantle, the honored Purple Dragon Knight who died at Azoun's side in the final battle for the safety of the prosperous Cormyr. He spent his youth in the now hollow Tilverton, learning the knight's way and the histories of the men at arms that spread trough the land of the Purple Dragon. Lord Mourngrym of Shadowdale, his uncle, took him away from Tilverton when Waylan's mother sensed the danger of the goblin invasion. It was at the halfway back to his homeland, after he run away from the Twisted tower and the palace of his uncle that he met that strange and red robed man. He was all tattooed and had a deep grin; he appeared from the air itself and laughing at the poor young man told him... "You'll be perfect little man, perfect for my experiments!"...he moved the hands and suddenly a choking mist cloaked Waylan sending him to unconsciousness...This is...of course...only the begin of his story...
 

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