Ivor Forgebreaker

Thethyrian Guild Artisan of Elturel

Description:

Divine Mechromancer Level 2

Tethyrian Guild Artisan
Armor Class 18 (Lupex Armor & Lemnos Shield)
Hit Points 19 (2d8 hit dice)
Speed 30
Spell Save DC 13
Spell Attack +5


STR 15 (+2) DEX 11 (0) CON 14 (+2)
INT 13 (+1) WIS 16 (+3) CHA 9 (-1)

Saving Throws Wis +5, Cha +1
Skills History +3, Insight +5, Perception +5, Persuasion +1, Survival +5

ACTIONS

  • Attack.
    • Mace +4, 1d6 +2
    • Lt. Crossbow +2, 1d8 +0
  • Channel Divinity: Turn Undead

BONUS ACTIONS

REACTIONS

OPTIONS

  • Channel Divinity: Artisan’s Blessing
  • Blessing of the Forge

Languages Draconic
Proficiencies All Armor, Shields, Simple Weapons, Artisan’s Tools
Features Guild Membership, Spellcasting, Forge Domain,

Personality Traits Gallows Humor

Bio:

My story starts like most others from this region, on the streets of Elturel. My father was cleric and I his squire in training. My father was mortally injured during a skirmish against the undead, trying to drive them away from out town. This was before the time of the Companion; created to ward against the undead entering the city boarders. After my father’s death I had nowhere to go, while asking around town for work I was told that a Dwarven Smith had recently come to town and opened a bustling Forgeworks. I met with him, Master Andre Pepito; he seemed like a typical mountain dwarf. However he had a presence about him, something that you could feel rather than see. To see him at work was something mystical, the way he worked the metals, as if to breathe life in to his work. Master Pepito joked that when he was working it was as if the Great God Hephaestus was controlling his hands, forging the mystical works himself. I told the Smith of my father and my training as a Cleric. The great Smith walked over hammer in hand, looking me over as if I was a pig at market. “I will train you boy, but forge work is harder then the privileged life of a Cleric. And I won’t go easy on you” I was 18 when I started with Master Pepito; I have been working for him for 17 years training to work the metal like he does. Through the years I have been helping him train others in metal work and other things within his vast wealth of knowledge and experience. Edward is one of those people; he came to us about 10 years ago. He would come every day to learn metal work and the Dwarven tongue from Pepito. We grew up in different situations but have somehow become good friends. We also have become good friends with Pepito’s daughter, Victoria. We were working on a secret set of armour and shield that we were going to present to Pepito as a proof of our skill. A suit of Lupex Armour and its companion Lemnos Shield; both mystical works that protect its owner as if it was a second skin of steel and keeps him alive in all types of environments. The best thing is its fully upgradable, it’s the only suit of armour you’ll ever need! However one day while Pepito was out, I was trying to infuse the armour with magics I didn’t fully understand and fractured the great anvil, releasing its power. The Forgeworks exploded, luckily Edward was out getting supplies and Victoria was in the back armoury protected. However I was not so fortunate; I was injured gravely and was most likely going to die. When Pepito, Victoria and Edward found me I was close to death. Pepito saw the armour we were working on and figured the only way I would survive was to place me in it, and pray to Hephaestus. I awoke to a feeling of cold on my skin, looking though red tinted eyes, Pepito explained what they had to do, and I wanted to cry out. But then a booming voice spoke in my head. “Cold as steel, determined as the hammer, strong as the anvil. You…are…bonded.” So began my new life as a MechroMancer….

Ivor Forgebreaker

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