Dwaal Eensaam (Skeleton)
Medium Undead, Lawful Evil
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
1/4 (50 XP)
Melee Weapon Attack +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., (one creature) Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) piercing damage.
Ranged Weapon Attack +4 to hit, range 80/320 ft., (one creature) Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) piercing damage.
Taken from us after the kneecapping of a stampeding triceratops.
Dwaal Eensaam, the bastard. A half-orc echo knight/Barbarian that was raised on strength, fury, and honor. The only half orc of his clan and spent his life struggling with identity, value, and where his place is in the world.
His late mother’s people who died from birth came and sought her vengeance on his people. He and his chief escaped, battered, bruised, and desperate. Took him on a rickshaw as the lovable idiot he was and carted him for miles to find anyone that could help him find a cure for his dying chief. They find themselves in the lush jungle of Chult in the line of arows and fights from local bandits or something. The chief pay dying before his eyes granting Dwaal his sword.
He found the people that could help him and provided a sense of camaraderie and love that he’d never experienced before coming into the camp that held him prisoner.
They manage to get him released and proceed journey through Chult in search of a cure for the death curse and a way to bring some good to the world.
Dwaal managed legendary feats such as having a nova of a turn where the die aligned just right and he nearly one shot a froghemoth, encountering every struggle with his self worth and esteem head on, killing the King of Feathers, and cutting out the knees of a Triceratops.
His final moments were silenced by a yuan-ti brood guard after he had done everything in his power to protect his compatriots, he fell.
The players managed to finagle some spells a la talk with dead to give him a final send off.
Tears shed around the table, and a story I’ll never forget.
Rest In Peace, Dwaal Eensaam lived as a beaten down insecure man, and died a loved, confident legend.