Rugvahk Slantoth (Skeleton)
Medium Undead, Lawful Evil
Armor Class: 13
Hit Points: 13 (2d8+4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|
| 10(+0) |
14(+2) |
15(+2) |
6(-2) |
8(-1) |
5(-3) |
Damage Immunities poison
Damage Vulnerabilities bludgeoning
Condition Immunities exhaustion, poisoned
Senses darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 9
Languages understands all languages it knew in life, but can't speak
Challenge 1/4 (50 XP)
Shortsword
Melee Weapon Attack +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., (one creature) Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) piercing damage.
Shortbow
Ranged Weapon Attack +4 to hit, range 80/320 ft., (one creature) Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) piercing damage.
Epitaph
Gave his life as tribute for a dear ally. Fought for his comrades until the bitter end.
Obituary
Rugvahk's past was unremarkable compared to the heroes and legends you'd usually read of. A soldier who eventually climbed the ranks of the dwarven military, he was eventually cast out due to unfortunate circumstances and found himself drinking his sorrows away.
In a fitting twist, he found himself cursed by a sorceress after a one-night stand, causing all liquids he ingested to become alcohol. Yes, ALL.
Drowning in his cups, the dwarf fell into odd jobs and eventual minor mercenary work to help pay for his inn stays and more refined drinks. There, he'd come across life-long allies that he'd aid in their personal quests as he became more and more attached to them, and ironically he became the mouthpiece of the party, and the one who seemed to be relied on to make the big decisions.
In their climactic battle with an ancient dragon, one of Rugvahk's allies was slain, and so in a bid to save her, he in turn gave his own life as tribute. Thus, they laid his body into the dirt, drank in his name, and bid their close comrade adieu.