Minedelt Nagant
From Rathe
Minedelt Nagant refers to the name of a human fighter with an odd fetish for heavy repeating crossbows.
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Statistics
Age: 20 Height: 5' 11" Weight: 170 lbs.
Size and Type: Medium Human Fighter
Hit Dice: 3d10 (18 HP) Initiative: +3
Speed: 30ft/x4
Armor Class: 17, Touch 13, Flat-Foot 14
Base Attack/Grapple: +3/+5
Attack: Heavy Repeating Crossbow, 1d10, 19-20/x2, 120 ft. range increment Falchion, 2d4, 18-20/x2
Full Attack: N/A
Space/Reach: 5 feet/5 feet. Special Attacks and Special Qualities: Wish I had one.
Saves: Fortitude +3, Reflex +4, Will +2
Abilities: Strength: 14 Dexterity: 16 Constitution: 10 Intelligence: 12 Wisdom: 12 Charisma: 10
Skills-Ranks: Climb-4 Jump-5 Knowledge of Architecture/Engineering-1 Listen-1 Search-1 Spot-1.5 Swim-4 Tumble-1
Feats: Point-Blank Shot Quick Draw Rapid Reload Weapon Prof. Exotic (Heavy Repeating Crossbow) Precise Shot
Environment: Any
Organization: Struck out on his own because he's an ignorant bastard.
Challenge Rating: I'm challenging! (Or just mentally challenged)
Treasure: A list of assorted equipment and loot that grows as each perilous day passes by.
Alignment: didn't post on this
Advancement: Level 4 fighter.
Level Adjustment: Nope.
Backstory
In Ebheim
"See that guy at the table? He's a meathead. I seen him before on the way here. Was "guarding" how to get rid of stretch marks one 'o them rich pigs on the carriage train, dozin' off, just like he is now! I'd bet all my pieces that he'd sleep through an orc raid if 'e got the chance!"
The average-framed man drowsily turns his head on his side to reveal a face that was either slightly dark or tanned from the sun, essentially hiding exactly where he was from. Expressionless in sleep...but hand reaching toward mean-looking sword he always kept at his side. Suddenly the gossiping individual at the bar is found on the floor, cringing and trying to grab at the pain caused by NOT a furiously gushing laceration as the falchion would have infilcted on his side, but rather pain caused by getting his soft spots being quickly, skillfully, and firmly jabbed with the scabbard.
"Oh, what's all this, now? Pfeh, you did this? Well...looks like you've got a bright future ahead 'o ya...a future filled with the 'orrible tasks this swabbie had to do!"
On the Ship
Could have been a weaponsmith, Minedelt's father had told him. Could have been a businessman. But no, you just had to get carried away with fighting, just had to go ahead and get carried off to a ship that's going who-knows-where for who-knows-how-long!
Minedelt began to start wearing off the hairs in the deck-scrubbing brush he was using in very large chunks.
What kind of work is this? There's so much else you could be doing right now! Just head down to the brig, grab the love of your life, and COMMANDEER this boat!
"There will be no conversing amongst workers on the ship!"
There--that was it. He would do it. Looking off to his sides and through the doorway to make sure none of the card players were not watching, especially the peculiarily stocky man with the large beard, Minedelt brushed his way towards the stairs going belowdecks.
Great. They messed around with it. Better make sure to put a bolt or two through whoever did this later.
It was a heavy repeating crossbow, and it was mangled in a couple of places. Minedelt spent his time with his mechanical beauty, single-track mind not aware of the events going on outside, until something blew a huge hole in the ship. With water and bodies flying everywhere, Minedelt calmly and reluctantly put away his belongings and helped drag the injured abovedecks.
The Hole
Minedelt snuck off of the ship and rowed himself to the wreck on the cliffs. As he arrived and noticed a hole leading to a cliffside cave of sorts, he realized he had forgotten to bring torches. After searching his body and the wreck, nothing that could be lit for a longer time was found.
Oh well. At least I know I saw a bunch of odd looking people try to go this way, too. Shouldn't be too hard to find them in there.
Last Testament
Father,
Greetings. Weather's getting colder. Running away was fun. Got to join a group of adventurers. Killed some goblins.
Last city I was in is now a pile of rubble. Hope the guy I took out with my scabbard is all right.
One night, this...thing snuck up on me while I was sleeping. It grabbed my heart. Couldn't move. Got this feeling--like I was doomed. Doomed, like my life was going to end. Not later, sooner. That's why I write this. Got to tell you something.
I want you to know--I did what you told me to do. "Do whatever you want to do, see if I care." Right. I'm doing what I wanted. This is my passion now. Got to keep on fighting, even if it looks like I can't fight back. You get it, right?
So be glad. Be glad I obeyed your orders for once. That's it for me.
Minedelt
Death
After a draining battle in the prison cells of a bandit stronghold in which Austri was killed, Minedelt and his companions encountered a howler that threatened the under-equipped and already beleaguered party. Minedelt, realizing there that there was no better time to sacrifice his life for the safety of his friends, charged the howler and was promptly struck down by its fierce fangs and quills.
