Kicking people's teeth in for Tempus.
====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ====== Shamgar, level 6 Dragonborn, Cleric|Paladin Hybrid Paladin: Hybrid Paladin Reflex Hybrid Talent: Paladin Armor Proficiency Dragon Breath Key Ability: Dragon Breath Dexterity Dragon Breath Damage Type: Dragon Breath Cold Background: Ward of the Temple (+2 to Religion)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 20, Con 14, Dex 10, Int 8, Wis 14, Cha 14.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 17, Con 14, Dex 10, Int 8, Wis 13, Cha 12.
AC: 24 Fort: 19 Reflex: 17 Will: 17 HP: 52 Surges: 10 Surge Value: 15
TRAINED SKILLS Heal +10, Religion +9, Arcana +7
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics -1, Bluff +5, Diplomacy +5, Dungeoneering +5, Endurance +1, History +4, Insight +5, Intimidate +7, Nature +5, Perception +5, Stealth -1, Streetwise +5, Thievery -1, Athletics +4
FEATS Level 1: Hybrid Talent Level 2: Battle Healer Level 4: Mighty Challenge Level 6: Ritual Caster
POWERS Hybrid at-will 1: Ardent Strike Hybrid at-will 1: Righteous Brand Power User Choice: Ghost Sound Hybrid encounter 1: Healing Strike Hybrid daily 1: Weapon of Astral Flame Hybrid utility 2: Call of Challenge Hybrid encounter 3: Fortune Spurned Smite Hybrid daily 5: Unrelenting Punishment Hybrid utility 6: Cure Serious Wounds
ITEMS Plate Armor, Warhammer, Heavy Shield, Hedge Wizard’s Gloves (heroic tier), Cape of the Mountebank +1, Command Circlet (heroic tier) RITUALS Gentle Repose, Create Holy Water, Bloom, Magic Circle, Feat of Strength, Pyrotechnics, Commune With Nature, Make Whole, Tenser’s Floating Disk, Unseen Servant ====== Copy to Clipboard and Press the Import Button on the Summary Tab ======
Traits: Loyal, Quick to Act, Hiding a Secret
Shamgar keeps to himself about his past, revealing bits of information only when absolutely necessary. What he has revealed so far is that he’s worked as a mercenary for the last six years, and that he was raised as a ward of a wizarding academy, and never knew either of his parents.
In truth, Shamgar’s history is anything but as simple.
Shamgar was born to much wailing and gnashing of teeth, for his birth was the culmination of much misery and suffering for his mother.
Times were hard in the remains of the nation of Haumea, but a small village had managed to scrape a decent living in one of the more fertile areas for several generations with little difficulty except the ones which normally plague small farming communities. Sadly, the peace was not to last. In the village was a young couple whose names have been lost to the annals of history. Shortly after their wedding, the young man- along with most of the other young men in the village- was pressed into service with a militia calling themselves the “Sons of Wallachia” (little is recorded about the group in any history book beyond this; it is believed the group intended to unify the remains of the nation under their rule and form a new country).
With no men to protect the village, it was not long until it fell under attack. Barbarians; a mixture of brutal members of humanoid races and their horrible interbred offspring; fell upon the village. Every house burned, every female found was raped, every male found was killed in horrible ways. Then as quickly as they appeared they were gone, leaving only misery behind.
It was not long until many of the women in the village, including Shamgar’s mother, found themselves with child. Nine months later, the true nature of the barbarian’s chief was made plain to those with the knowledge to see it. The child born to Shamgar’s mother was a horrible thing; earless and covered in rigid white scales. The child was considered by many to be a horrible omen, and the village’s remaining elders debated amongst themselves for weeks about whether or not the child should be destroyed… but a more palatable decision soon presented itsself.
A small cabal, presenting themselves as arcane practitioners made their way into the village and offered to take the child of omen from the town, saying that the alignment of the stars and energies in the arcane ley lines brought them to this village seeking a magical disturbance. The village eagerly gave the child to the wizards, glad to have their hands free of blood and be rid of the child whose presence spoke doom for them.
The men who claimed to be wizards were in fact some of the last remaining clerics of Tempus, told by one of their god’s messengers to seek out and save an auspicious child from a dying town. They recognized the child for what it was: the halfblood son of a white dragon, a dragon who had likely adopted leadership of the barbarian horde after finding their affinity for brutality and savagery matched its own.
They raised the child in their temple, disguised as a school for the arcane arts. He was named Shamgar, after one of the legendary servants of Tempus. They honed his body for battle, to honor their god, trained him in divine magic, and imparted to him the words of wisdom they had managed to preserve. The child grew quickly and strongly, quite surprisingly for one with draconic parentage.
On Shamgar’s eighteenth birthday he was sent out from the temple, told to live in the wilderness for a time and connect with the gods. When he returned, the temple was in ruins and his friends and teachers all lay slain. Shamgar prayed for guidance to Tempus and found guidance in the way the shadows of the ruin fell upon the land. The shadows of the broken tower formed the images of a man in armor and a dragon. “Seek out the fate of your mother’s husband and your father. Once these are done, your purpose shall be revealed,” a voice told him… and with that, Shamgar waded through the ruins of the temple and recovered the order’s most ancient of relics: the axe of Shamgar. Axe in hand, he set out into the world to find the dragon that sired him by violence as well as the man who should have been his father, ripped away from his mother by the chains of war.
Much of his time since then has been working as a soldier of fortune, using it as an opportunity to travel and seek out word of his progenitor and his mother’s missing husband, as well as to glorify the Battle Lord in action since he is prevented from doing so in word.
Update: Adopted a fox cub. Named it Wolfgar.