Bard, Medic, and Brew Enthusiast.


Perrin, level 10
Half-Elf, Bard
Bardic Virtue: Virtue of Valor

Str 10, Con 20, Dex 10, Int 13, Wis 9, Cha 20.

AC: 25 Fort: 22 Reflex: 20 Will: 23
HP: 82 Surges: 12 Surge Value: 20

Arcana +11, Athletics +9, Streetwise +15, Intimidate +15, Heal +9, Endurance +14


Like most youths who feel out of place growing up, Perrin did the only sensible thing: join the military. Due to an odd fluke, instead of being assigned to the front lines, he was instead assigned to the Medic core. It was his job to run through the battlefield, stabilize the dying or wounded, and carry them back to the healers tents.

Perrin distinguished himself in his first action at the ruinous Battle of Longport by singing bawdy tunes throughout the battle. After the battle was over he found himself wandering from battlefield to battlefield, healing the wounded, fighting here-and-there and just in general soldiering.

During this time he developed a fondness for all kinds of ales. Due to his constant frequenting of pubs, taverns and the like he met people in numerous cities and established contacts and connections nearly everywhere.

After several years of the migrant soldiering life, Perrin was approached by an old Dwarven friend named Thorfin, who was establishing a mercenary group who needed a reliable medic. After a nasty incident where a dragon ate the rest of Thorfin’s band, Perrin’s spent the last several months wandering from town to town, spending his coin and looking to find the next big adventure.


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