Jagi Brinn
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Jag Brinn - 3rd level Bard - Deceased
| Race: Human | Alignment: Chaotic Good | Deity: Corellon Larethian | | Size: M | Age: 19 | Gender: M | | Height: 5’7” | Weight: 125 lbs. | Eyes: Light brown | Hair: Black | Skin: caucasian, kind of olive | | HP: 10 | AC: 15 | SPD: 30 ft. |
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[edit] Stats
| Stats |
STR: 11 (+0)
DEX: 15 (+2)
CON: 13 (+1)
INT: 13 (+1)
WIS: 10 (+0)
CHA: 16 (+3)
Fort: +1
Refl: +3
Will: +3
Base Attack Bonus: +2
Actual Attack Bonus: +2
Initiative: +2
[edit] Skills and Feats
| Ranks | 46 skill points total (32 at first level) |
Bluff (6)
Craft (Carpentry) (6)
Diplomacy (6)
Perform (Banjo) (6)
Concentration (6)
- Move Silently (6)
Hide (6)
Speak Language (Halfling, Orc, Gnome, Underdark)
- armor check penalty applies
| Feats |
Quick Draw
Weapon Finesse
Pyro (Song & Silence)
| Special Abilities |
Bardic music
Bardic knowledge
Countersong
Fascinate
Inspire Courage +1
Inspire Competence
| Spells |
Cure Light Wounds
Mending
Lullaby
Light
| Language |
Common
Elven
Halfling
Gnome
Underdark
Orc
[edit] Possessions
| Weapons |
Shortsword
| Armor |
Studded Leather
| Possessions |
Banjo Standard Western Distre city outfit (brown rough cloth pants, gray cotton shirt, thin leather vest, brown leather shoes, socks)
Ten flasks of oil
Flint and steel
Backpack
12 days trail rations
Skin for water or wine
| Money |
GP - 8
[edit] Bio
Jagi, also known as "Jagi Backswing," grew up poor and is still relatively poor, but has more money due to his skill with his granpappy's banjo. His mother died of some disease or other and his father drank himself to death. He left his hometown due to girl troubles and trouble with the law. After joining up to go fight the forces of darkness in return for a full pardon, he was inexplicably transported to the sentient plane of existence known as Neft, where he died unceremoniously.
The Minstrel Boy
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you will find him.
His father's sword he hath girded on
And his banjo slung behind him.
"Land of song!", said the warrior bard
"Though all the world betrays thee
One sword at least thy rights shall guard,
One faithful banjo shall praise thee."
The minstrel fell but the foeman's chains
Could not bring that proud soul under.
The banjo he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said, "No chain shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery.
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slav'ry!"
