Jade Marinaris

Rowr Ranger


HP: 23
Healing Surges: 17

STR 16 + 2 (Ability Score)
DEX 14
CON 11
INT 10
WIS 12
CHA 13

Racial Traits:

Speed: 6
Vision: Normal

Bonus At-Will: +1
Bonus Feat: +1 Bonus feat at first level
Bonus Skill: +1 additional skill from class skill list
Human Defense Bonus: +1 to Fortitude, Reflex, and Will

Class Traits:

Armor Proficiencies: Cloth, leather, hide
Weapon Proficiences: Simple melee, military melee, simple ranged, military ranged
Bonus to Defense: +1 to Fortitude and Reflex

Trained Skills: Nature, Acrobatics, Stealth, Perception, Athletics, Heal (Bonus Skill)
Feats: Toughness, Lethal Hunter, Action Surge

Build: Two-Blade Ranger (Bonus feat: Toughness)

Class Features: Fighting Style, Hunter’s Quarry, Prime Shot

Level 1 At-Will Exploits:

Careful Attack
Hit and Run
Twin Strike

Level 1 Encounter Exploits:

Dire Wolverine Strike

Level 1 Daily Exploits:

Jaws of the Wolf


I blame Drizzt. He was the one who made me discover the cave. Y’know, the cave where I found these ranger attire and the twin swords. I followed him, as he was always a very good tracker with that keen nose of his, and he clambered lithely across the rocks and into this small cave where a skeleton was lying, propped up on a lone slab of rock, right under the cave roof’s opening so sunlight streamed it as though lit on a stage. You think that only happens in dramatic stories? Well, actually, you’re right. The skeleton was actually molding in a corner. Poor fellow. Must have gotten on the wrong side of an orc raiding party. Anyway, I mumbled a few prayers, got his gear and walked out, patting Drizzt as I did.

Drizzt was my dog and he died a few days later, of gangrene. I miss that dog.

When my parents saw what I had in hand, they up and cried, lamenting about how their son will now leave them for the wild, unknown world. And I really can’t fault them. I’ve been wanting to get out of the little mudhole I’ve been in for 20 years now and I feel that my discovering the poor sod’s clothes and gear was a sign from my personal god that my destiny is not to plow my pa’s fields until I die of sunstroke. So I told them I’m gonna leave and that when I come back I will have a chestload of shiny things that’ll set them for life.

That was three months ago, and now, I’m at this town, working as a bodyguard for some elven nun. Oh gods, I hope this is not my destiny…

Jade Marinaris

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