Appearance


Kaze is a behemoth of a dragonborn, standing at eight feet tall and weighing in at roughly three hundred and fifteen pounds. His eyes glow dully with a crimson light while the markings on his arms barely glimmer with a white light.

"I know kung fu."

Name
Kaze

Age and Sex
23, Male

Race and Class
Dragonborn Monk

Skills and Stats

• Acrobatics
• Insight
• Survival

• Strength: 8 + 2 = 10
• Dexterity: 14
• Constitution: 13
• Intelligence: 14
• Wisdom: 14
• Charisma: 9 + 1 = 10

Magic

• Draconic Breath: As a descendant of black dragons he spits Acid Breath in a thirty foot line.
• Acid Resistance: As a descendant of black dragons he's resistant to Acid damage.

Equipment

• Club.
• 10 darts.
• Flute.
• Dungeoneer's Pack.

Motivation
Kaze grew up in one of the Monastery's dotting the lands. Here he learned how to protect himself via hand to hand, his draconic breath, and limited forms of weaponry. He also learned to control himself, to seek alternate routes instead of the most basic one if it was required. After some time he was ordered by the Head Monk to go out and see the world, to gain that worldly knowledge and to socialize with the rest of the strange people.

His first voyage out and he was met part way through the trip with an intense cold. He always hated the cold. He awoke to the sounds of an annoying voice, thankfully he still had what little he left with. Lacking armor and impressive weaponry left him as a meager target for thieves, assuming any were in this crash site. Now that he was conscious he had to make a plan.

Other
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Name: Darrken

Race: Human-Elf

Class: Ranger

Skills and Stats:

Acrobatics
Stealth
Nature

Strength: 12
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 13

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Magic: Advantage on saving throws against being charmed
Immunity to magic sleep

Equipment: Spear
Bow
Quiver (20 Arrows)
Metal/Hide Armor
Tinderbox
Waterskin

Motivation:
They say the only thing deadlier and more unpredictable than the animals of the Telchoi forest are the Elven warriors of Telchoi. Those who have ever crossed a Telchoi Warrior know know this saying has the ring of truth about it. The demeanor of a Telchoi Warrior is one of cool detachment. They rarely speak and, when provoked, they can fly into a deadly storm of arrows and steel. For a Telchoi Warrior, every day is an adventure. They are expected to be able to fend for themselves in adverse conditions, without any rations or supplies

Telchoi Warriors are swift and fearsome fighters. They have been trained from an early age to combat the harsh environment of Telchoi in addition to the enemies and predators that plague their people. They say that the Telchoi are not children for long. They are considered to have reached adulthood at the age of 12. Their harsh training regimen may do little to help develop their social skills, but it certainly equips them with an instinct and a capacity for survival that is second to none.

The official religion of Telchoi is rigorously upheld by the matriarchal ruling body of the Telchoi. They are charged with maintaining high standards of fundamental devotion to their Goddess. This takes a much stricter and more demanding form of worship than can be found in other nations. To a devout Telchoi, the Goddess is seen as a strict matriarch. She will only protect those of her children who are worthy of her protection. She will not give aid or comfort to a Telchoi Warrior who cannot first help themselves.

Almost all Telchoi Warriors are women. These female fighters are the first line of defense and the mainstay of the army in their matriarchal society. Male Telchoi Warriors are few in number and are rarely allowed to wander far from their homelands, although it is not unknown for Telchoi menfolk to be found in foreign lands. Typically, these male warriors are outcasts. Darrken wanders the lands hoping to prove himself a worthy warrior despite being a half breed and return to his homeland.