Ferridor Adventurers' Group
pretty darn sour
Class: Cleric (War Priest)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Feature: Rustic Hospitality
Strength: 16 ( +3)
Dexterity: 12 ( +1)
Constitution: 15 ( +2)
Intelligence: 13 ( +1)
Wisdom: 17 ( +3)
Charisma: 12 ( +1)
Hit Dice: 1d8 per cleric level
Hit Points at 1st level: 8 ( +2)
Hit Points at higher levels: 1d8 + your Constitution modifier per cleric level after 1st
Proficiencies ( +2)
Armour: Light Armour, Medium Armour, Heavy Armour, Shields
Weapons: Simple weapons, Martial Weapons
Tools: Artisan Tools (Soap Making), Vehicles (land)
Saving throws: Wisdom, Charisma
Skills: Insight, Medicine, Animal Handling, Survival
-10 days of rations
-50 feet hempen rope
Artisan tools (soap making)
Chain Mail (AC 16) (10m to don, 5m to doff)
Shield (AC +2)
Holy symbol (the god-gifted book)
A warhammer (1d8 bludgeoning, Versatile (1d10))
A spear (1d6 piercing, Thrown (range 20/60), Versatile (1d8))
An iron pot
A set of commoners clothes
Belt pouch containing 10 gp
Carrying capacity: 155/240
Create or Destroy Water
Protection from Evil and Good
Shield of Faith
Channel Divinity (lvl2)
Spare the Dying
Reggie’s Financial Ledger
Height: 154 cm
Weight: 48 kg
Eye Colour: Green
Hair Colour: Strawberry Blonde
-Lemon honey drinks
-Drawing/writing in her book
-Talking to people
Lucio grew up with her twin sister Leonti, working in the family orange orchard. More reserved than her sister, Lucio was happy enough labouring while her sister played in the trees. She paid no heed when her sister spoke of greater things, of adventure. They had everything they needed, why want for more?
The first step on her path to adventure was the discovery of a lemon tree. One had been mistakenly planted in the orchard and, upon discovering it, Lucio’s father wanted to tear it out. It was not an orange tree, and they sold oranges. What need did he have of a lemon tree? Lucio protested- the tree had been planted (by mistake or otherwise), surely it had the right to live just as the orange trees did? Unwilling to cause conflict, Lucio’s father agreed to leave it be.
Lucio did not fail to notice however, that the lemon tree did not receive the same care from the workers as the orange trees. She took it upon herself to mulch and water it, and in time the lemon tree grew tall and strong. She did not, however, prune it; the lemon tree had grown some lovely thorns and she saw no need to deprive it of its own defenses.
Lucio’s father made no secret of his dislike for the lemon tree. He saw how it thrived, and wished it were an orange tree instead. Most of the workers ignored his grumblings, but one young man took it to heart. Late one night he sneaked into the orchard with a saw and set to cutting it down. The thorns slowed his progress and scratched him terribly, but he kept at his task with determination.
However, he was not as skilled as he wished he was. Early the next morning, Lucio found him still there, exhausted and bleeding, surrounded by hacked-off branches. Furious, she took up a branch and started beating him with it. How dare he?! The orange trees were protected above all- what was wrong with a lemon tree just existing?! The young man escaped as fast as he could, and Lucio fell to the ground by her lemon tree, crying.
She was still there when a stranger approached her. It was a young man, tall and well-built with red-gold hair. He crouched by her and spoke; ‘You defended the right of this tree to live. You helped it grow thorns to defend itself. See how it still lives?’ He swept a hand towards the tree and Lucio nodded. ‘You are young yet, but you have potential- take this, and remember how you feel now.’ He handed Lucio a cloth-bound book, and walked away. When she turned to thank him, she saw no-one.
The front of the book depicted a lemon tree, and on the back was a strange rune. Lucio stood up, scrubbed her face, and went to find her sister.
Lucio holds the orchard’s record for most trees planted in a day.
Lucio wishes she were as charismatic as her sister; sometimes she writes out scenarios in her god-given book to help her interact with people better.
A God, Thrithereon, gifted Lucio with a holy book and set her on the path to becoming a worthy disciple.
Lucio believes in making the best of what you have.
Freedom. Lucio cannot abide unfairness or oppression.
Lucio will protect her sister as best she can on their journey. She is also dedicated to proving herself worthy of Trithereon.
She has trouble controlling her rage when faced with anything she perceives as unjust.