Campaign of the Month: July 2016
Cragthor had raided and sacked more villages than he could count (eight?). He was a cunning and effective warrior for his tribe, the Gray Lions. Brutemen valued force of arms, and held the idea that might made right, a view that Cragthor shared. The Gray Lions also placed value upon honor, in their own fashion.
So when a retaliatory raid against the brutemen occurred near Cragthor’s rocky valley in the Skularian Wilderness, the tribe swore vengeance. Months of battles were fought in the area against the mercenary army hired to combat the brutemen.
Cragthor’s tribe began to lose, and were driven back into the hidden valleys and gorges of their homeland. The best of the tribe were selected to make a stand, while the remainder of the tribe attempted to flee. Bruteman after bruteman were cut down by sword and arrow. Until only three warriors were left. On either side of Cragthor the last two fell, and he fought on, expecting his end to come at any moment.
A horn sounded, and the leader of the mercenaries approached. The army formed a circle around Cragthor while the leader looked at him and the fallen mercenaries. The leader took a pouch of silver from his waist and tossed it to Cragthor’s feet, saying “You earned it”.
The leader strode away and the army departed, its hired mission completed. Cragthor watched the leader’s banner fade into the dust of the distance and slowly stood to his feet. Cragthor did not understand all that the mercenary leader had implied, but he now understood the power of mercenaries.
Cragthor spent the next several years working for mercenaries. And kept an eye out and an ear low for any sign of the mercenaries that slaughtered his people…
- I once ran twenty-five miles without stopping to warn to my clan of an approaching horde. I’d do it again if I had to.
- I must earn glory in battle, for myself and my clan.
- I am the last of my tribe, and it is up to me to ensure their names enter legend.
- I remember every insult I’ve received and nurse a silent resentment toward anyone who’s ever wronged me.
|Armor class 15, 17 (shield)|
|Hit points 45 (4d10 + 12)|
|Speed 30 feet|
|18 (+ 4)||14 (+ 2)||16 (+ 3)||10||12 (+ 1)||10|
|Saving throws Strength + 6, Constitution + 5|
|Skills Athletics + 6, Nature + 2, Perception + 3, Survival + 3|
|Senses passive Perception 13|
|Languages Trade Tongue, Giant (Davek), Goblin|
|Challenge/Level 04 Barbarian (Beserker)|
|Greataxe. Melee weapon attack: + 6 to hit, reach 5 feet, one target. Hit: x (1d12 + 4 slashing damage)|
|Battleaxe. Melee weapon attack: + 6 to hit, reach 5 feet, one target. Hit: x (1d8 + 4 slashing damage)|
|Handaxe. Melee weapon attack: + 6 to hit, reach 5 feet, one target. Hit: x (1d6 + 4 slashing damage)|
|Handaxe. Ranged weapon attack: + 6 to hit, range 20 ft/ 60 ft, one target. Hit: x (1d6 + 4 slashing damage)|
|Rage 2/day, Unarmored Defense, Reckless Attack, Danger Sense, Savage Attacker|
|Armor: Light, Medium, Shield|
|Weapons: Simple, Martial|