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Jeremiah 'Saint Jerry' Dawnstone - Details

Born

11 December 957

- 22 November 1005

Died

STR

16 (3)

DEX

10 (0)

CON

16 (3)

INT

12 (1)

WIS

14 (2)

CHA

18 (4)

Acrobatics

0

Animal Handling

4

Arcana

1

Athletics

0

Deception

4

History

1

Insight

2

Intimidation

4

Investigation

1

Medicine

1

Nature

1

Perception

2

Performance

4

Persuasion

4

Religion

2

Sleight of Hand

0

Stealth

0

Survival

2

MAX HP

30

Speed

30 feet

Occupation

Warden of the Deep Seal / Spiritual Leader of the Miner's Guild

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Paladin

AC

13

Age

48

Species

Human

Gender

Male


Backstory

Born into the soot-stained poverty of Ironhold 's lower districts, Jeremiah Dawnstone was a tunnel-rat before he was a holy man. Unlike the aristocratic knights who often claim glory, Jerry found his faith in the crushing dark of a collapsed mine shaft, where he kept twenty men calm for three days with nothing but stories and songs until rescue came. This event, known locally as 'The Long Note,' brought him to the attention of the Order of the Blue Flux.

In the decades since, Jerry rose not through martial prowess, but through sheer, unyielding endurance and radical kindness. He became the latest 'Saint'—a title in Ironhold that is less a blessing and more a grim duty. The Saints are the wardens of the Great Seal deep within the mountain, the barrier keeping the void entity Arkanthrax bound.

Jerry led a desperate expedition, 'The Candlelight Party,' into the abyssal depths to perform an emergency rejuvenation of the wards. He was the only one to return.


Description

Saint Jerry is a bear of a man, his broad frame softened by a layer of padding and the slouch of exhaustion. He has a square, stubbled jaw and kind, drooping eyes the color of polished walnut that seem to hold a perpetual, sorrowful smile. His hair is a thick, unruly mop that has gone prematurely stark white, contrasting with his ruddy, coal-dusted complexion. He wears plate armor that is not shining silver, but a matte, dented gray, patched with leather and covered in a heavy, stained tabard depicting an open door. He moves with a heavy, deliberate slowness, like a man wading through deep water, yet his hands are surprisingly gentle.
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