Rec, level 3 Minotaur, Barbarian Build: Thunderborn Barbarian Feral Might: Thunderborn Wrath
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 20, Con 16, Dex 11, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 8.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 18, Con 14, Dex 11, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 8.
AC: 18 Fort: 19 Reflex: 13 Will: 12 HP: 43 Surges: 11 Surge Value: 10
TRAINED SKILLS Athletics +10, Perception +8, Intimidate +5
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics, Arcana +1, Bluff, Diplomacy, Dungeoneering +1, Endurance +3, Heal +1, History +1, Insight +1, Nature +3, Religion +1, Stealth, Streetwise, Thievery
FEATS Level 1: Powerful Charge Level 2: Hide Armor Expertise
POWERS Barbarian at-will 1: Howling Strike Barbarian at-will 1: Pressing Strike Barbarian encounter 1: Shout of Terror Barbarian daily 1: Tyrant’s Rage Barbarian utility 2: Shrug It Off Barbarian encounter 3: Thundering Howl
ITEMS Hide Armor, Greataxe, Greatsword, Adventurer’s Kit, Amulet of Physical Resolve +1
My memories? more like nightmares… I can’t tell you the last time I enjoyed a peaceful night’s sleep. Each night, I’m searching for something, my kind perhaps, someone… I’m angry. I come across a small village or encampment and tear it apart. Buildings, soldiers, children… it doesn’t matter; it was in my way. I have no control, I can’t do anything… but watch. I’ve experienced too many of these visions to count, all different, but strangely familiar. Could I really have done this?
It was me, but something changed… My age? I cannot say. I CAN say that it has been roughly 32 years since I visited “the Rock,” since I was freed. I recall lashing out at my ancestors for providing me with the strength of 20 men, an unmatched strength that I could not control… for allowing me to do terrible things. I was struck, hard, by the earth and the sky. I am much smaller now, not much taller than a man, but carry with me the spirit of my kind. They empower me to continue moving, to run; their power crashes with every step I take. I don’t know if I’ll ever pay for my sins, but this is a start.
I am Rec (“wreck”)