Jerry Sava Swornedge (Skeleton)
Medium Undead, Lawful Evil
Armor Class: 13
Hit Points: 13 (2d8+4)
Speed 30 ft.
10(+0) 14(+2) 15(+2) 6(-2) 8(-1) 5(-3)
License: SRD5 Open Gaming License
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 Executed by a spited party member in cold blood
Obituary Lived as a mercenary, killing for sport and money. One day, his contract went too far. Jerry rejected it, and ended up joining a House of War. Became a paladin for the House, and joined the party. Murder-hobo bard wasn't happy with the paladin that returned all of the bard's stolen goods, and healed those who he had wounded. As is standard for Murder-Hobos, the bard got a little pissed, and tried to kill Jerry. Jerry tried to keep himself alive, but the bard had recruited the help of mercenaries that Jerry had once worked with. He died as he lived - being fucking badass