Mordrik Telothar

A revenge-driven ex-Templar seeking to exact personal justice upon those who stole his life away.

Abilities Scores:
  • STR 11 (+0)
  • CON 15 (+2)
  • DEX 12 (+1)
  • INT 14 (+2)
  • WIS 10 (+0)
  • CHA 16 (+3)
  • AC: 11
  • HP: 14
  • Fort: 13
  • Reflex: 13
  • Will: 12
  • Surges: 8
  • Surge Value: 6
Trained Skills:
  • Arcana +7
  • Bluff +8
  • History +7
  • Streetwise +8
  • Thievery +6
Untrained Skills:
  • Acrobatics +1
  • Athletics +0
  • Diplomacy +3
  • Dungeoneering +0
  • Endurance +3
  • Heal +0
  • Insight +0
  • Intimidate +3
  • Nature +0
  • Perception +0
  • Religion +2
  • Stealth +1
  • Defense Mobility
  • Templar’s Tugging Fist
  • Templar at-will 1: Hand of Blight
  • Templar at-will 1: Arcane Defiling
  • Warlock at-will 1: Eldritch Blast
  • Warlock at-will 1: Dire Radiance
  • Warlock at-will 1: Eyebite
  • Warlock at-will 1: Hellish Rebuke
  • Templar encounter 1: Templar’s Fist
  • Templar encounter 1: Cruel Bounty
  • Templar daily 1: Ashen Scourge
Class Features:
  • Weapon Proficiency: Simple and Ranged
  • Sorcerer -King Pact
  • Eldritch Blast
  • Prime Shot
  • Shadow Walk
  • Warlock’s Curse

Mordrik Jolias Telothar

  • Race: Human (Urik)
  • Class: Warlock
  • Age: 24
  • Theme: Templar
  • Instinct: Cower

Motivation: To seek revenge upon the men who left him and his fellow Templars to die in the wastes, and kill Hamanu, the Sorcerer King who betrayed him.

Physical Description:

At a glance, Mordrik could easily be mistaken for a corpse. With a gaunt, sickly look about him, his cheeks sunken, his skin ashen and pale, he doesn’t appear to fit in with the majority of his kin. His hair is wispy, short and white, and sticks straight up off his head. His eyes are a lingering slate gray, darkly shadowed and menacing. He otherwise has the frail build of a privileged young man, not used to fighting by hand or working physical jobs. He stands with a distinct, round-shouldered slouch, and his movements show a sort of practiced grace.

Common Garb:

Mordrik commonly dons a loose-fitting tunic, displaying an odd, geometric insignia on the chest and back. He wraps his neck, arms and legs tightly in carefully-measured strips of cloth in order to keep out the sand. At his neck rests a heap of fabric like a scarf, which he sometimes wraps over his head if a sandstorm picks up. He wears light leather boots and bracers, and a thick belt on his waist with several compartments. At one hip sits a strangely-shaped, black ceramic censer, which smokes faintly, leaving the air around Mordrik smelling of strongly of incense. At the other hip sit’s a cruel, black obsidian dagger. His tunic is a sickly, olive green, with the symbol a stark black with two red circles. His wrappings are a sort of taupe, and his scarf is light brown.


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Mordrik Telothar

Sands of Destiny Connor_Vernon