Trog the Younger
Minotaur Traits (Gore - May gore as primary attack for 1d6 (+4 Str) damage, Crit x2, or as a secondary attack at -5 attack penalty and 1d6 (+2 Str/2), Crit x2 or may charge for 2d6 (+6 Str x1.5), Crit x2), Flurry of Blows -1/-1
Dragon Points: 2
Balance +2, Craft (cooking) +3, Concentration +3, Diplomacy +1, Hide +2, Intimidate +0, Jump +5, Knowledge (religion) +3, Move Silently +2, Perform (kata) +1, Profession (sailor) +7, Sense Motive +5, Survival +4, Swim +6, Tumble +2, Use Rope +3
Deflect Arrows, Improved Unarmed Strike, Improved Grapple, Hulking Brute, Disciplined
unarmed strike +4 melee (1d6+4 damage, crit x2, blugeoning), javelin +4 melee or +1 ranged (1d6+4 damage, crit x2, range 30 ft., piercing)
Javelins (5), Bedroll, Winter Blanket, Flint and Steel, Sack, Torches, Waterskin, Wooden Holy Symbol (Sargonnas), Monk's Outfit.
I am told I resemble my father, though I have never met him. He was born free, but forced to live as a slave when a member of the De-Dinn clan framed him for a murder of one of their own. It took my father five years to win his freedom from the Great Circus. It would be then when he would finally meet my mother Klaivia. He became a sailor not long after their initial courtship, he intended to make her his wife, and he would need the precious Steel to do so.
My father was a wonderful sailor it is said, so good that after he married my mother I was told that an agent of Chot himself asked my father to join on as first mate on one of the Emporer's own ships. Seeing this as a wonderful oppurtunity for his family which was about to have the addition of a son, he readily agreed. Three months after I was born, my mother recieved the news that my fathers' ship was lost at sea, and there wasn't much hope of his return.
While my mother constantly grieved for my father, she loved me very much. She taught me the wisdom of Sargas, even though no cleric could say that they had spoken to him in many years. As I grew older I became uneasy with the state of things at my island home. The colonies were restless with a new fledgling religion called the forerunners, a religion that my clan would have nothing to do with. Many of our kind left the Empire on quests to find some sign of our long absent god. Not seeing much else around home that thrilled me spiritually, I left with them.
I was not home when the Night of Blood happened. I heard it was horrible. General Hotak and his Forerunner queen Nephara drove nails in what would be the coffin of Sargas, as each member of Chot's family was murdered in their sleep, another loyal follower of Sargas left this world for the river of Souls.
I have been on the main land for over a year. I stayed neutral in the War of Souls that was said to rip open the heart of Ansalon. I refused to become involved. I regret this now as it is said that the victors of the war ushered back the return of the gods. Great Sargas among them! I continue my quest of enlightenment to become closer to the Red Avenger. There are many wrongs that need righted since our god has been absent in our lives, and I can only hope that he finds me a worthy vessel to right those wrongs.
Use me Sargas, I ask on the grave of my father, the heart of my mother, and on my very will. Use me.
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