Inferno

## Character Sheet Information

**Race:** Half-Orc

* Inferno by Kelsey Dutton
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**Class:** Fighter (Champion)

**Alignment:** Neutral Good

**Level:** 3

**Current Status:** Dead

**Strength:** 16

**Dexterity:** 8

**Constitution:** 16

**Intelligence:** 10

**Wisdom:** 12

**Charisma:** 13

**Armor Class:** 17 (Splint Mail)

## Backstory

*The act of water crashing against rocks and shallow coral filled the air with a cold mist. The feeling of hot white sand beneath his bare body was comforting as the sun shone brightly into his eyes; “this is perfect,” he thought.*

*As his eyes grew heavy from relaxation, he drifted into vivid memories of his past; or at least what he could remember of it. Visions of fire, brimstone, and blood came flooding to his mind. Screams of anguish and explosions were all around him. He was jerked by his arm and turned to look, it was his father pulling him by his hand; “We have to go!” he said.*

*His father led them under a tunnel, as they tried to find cover against the cold stone wall they stepped over a man whose bottom half had been destroyed. The man was still alive, he did nothing but cry as he held the air tight where his legs should have been. As gruesome as this was, the boy wasn’t fazed at all; “It’s just blood,” he thought. His father yanked his arm again, the boy turned to stare his father in the eyes.*

*The vision was hazy, he couldn’t distinguish any prominent facial features. He just remembered dark hair and bright green eyes, the same bright green eyes that he had. “We have to get to the dock, a few of those mercenary’s owe me a favor!” The boy was pulled by his arm and guided through town, all around them was chaos.*

*Corpses lay in the streets, homes set ablaze and the smell of sulfur filled the air. Soldiers rushed around, everyone seemed to be fighting each other for their lives as blood pooled up on the cobblestone. Father was fearless, he ran with a broadsword in one hand and defended against any attacker that came after the two.*

*Running up to the dock, you could see most of the ships had already set sail. Mercenaries ran every which way as they frantically tried to load up their boats with goods. Soldiers were being held off by groups of men, when one soldier would fall, two more would seem to push forward in his place. Father looked around frantically, he spotted what he was looking for and ran towards a large boat. Looking up, the sail had the insignia of two swords crossing one another.*

*The blades seemed to be made of light, one was green while the other was red. As he turned his head to look at the city behind him, he could see it was falling to the soldiers. Most of the city was up in flames and the number of soldiers had seemed to triple in a short period of time. Soldiers broke through the mercenary guard and began flooding the docks.*

*Men everywhere dropped their goods and started running to board the ships, some stayed back to fight. People were falling all around, some of the ships had immediately been set on fire from flaming arrows and torches being dispersed. Father ran up to a very gruff looking man, who didn’t seem to flinch at this sight.*

*“I need you to take the boy!” Father yelled. The man looked at Father and then down to his hand where he was holding onto the boy. “We don’t have room on this ship for anyone else…especially no monster,” said the gruff older man. “You owe me,” said a very determined father. At that moment, four soldiers rushed that dock.*

*The old man grabbed an axe and began running towards the group, Father followed. They easily took the group of four down, but a whole brigade of men followed behind them. Men hopped off of the ship and drew their weapons and ran towards the brigade.*

*Slaughter happened all around as the boy watched his father take down numerous fully armored soldiers with ease. “Take the boy!” he screamed at the old man as he forced his blade entirely through a soldier’s collar bone. The old man yanked his axe from the chest of a fallen soldier and yelled back, “we will not take your monster!” Father impaled a man’s face with his broad sword, blood sprayed through the soldier’s helm and covered Father’s entire face; he turned to the old man then stated, “He’s no monster… that’s my son. You owe me.”*

*The gruff old man looked at the boy and then at father, he nodded. Men were holding off soldiers as best they could, but the numbers were in the army’s favor, they were pushing through. The old man ran to the ship and began shouting at his crew to get the ship to sail. Father ran over, kneeled down in front of the boy and rest his head against the boy.*

*The old man yelled, “We’re leaving!” He looked at Father and the boy, “even you bastard, let’s get moving!” The small patrol of men holding off the soldiers fell and at least 20 soldiers began to raid the dock. The boy felt big strong hands grab him from under his arms as they lifted him up, he was dropped on the hard wooden floor of the boat. The boy stood up and made eye contact with Father. He could the city burning in the distance as soldiers rushed behind Father, smoke rolled in over the dock making it difficult to see anything. The dock faded away into the distance and so did those green eyes.*

*He awoke to a blue sky, the sun shining brightly on his face, and the sound of water breaking the silence. He stood up, brushed the warm white sand off of him, and then he ran towards the water. He dove into the water, creating a large splash. The refreshing water made him feel rejuvenated after that nap, but he couldn’t get his mind off of that dream.*

-Mat Mousallam

## Story So Far

Inferno was one of the prisoners of Ozryn until Murmur managed to break him out alongside of Daniel Brennan and the others. During the escape, Inferno's physical prowess was on full display as he (quite violently) dispatched any Orc that stood in their path.

It was due to this display of combat ability that Commander Varden Jahka enlisted his assistance with Murmur's mission to scout an Orc encampment outside of New Polperro. Unfortunately, the party was arrested before they could leave the town due to a small scuffle outside a local tavern that resulted in the accidental death of a guardsman of the town.

After escaping jail, Inferno tagged along with Murmur and the rest of the party as they attempted to continue out the mission in hopes to clear their name from that ugly incident. While camping outside of New Polperro, Inferno stood guard over the sleeping others.

He heard a noise in the distance, and decided to investigate by himself without disturbing the others. This lapse in judgement proved to be the party's downfall. The Orcs that were hiding in the woods around them sprung an ambush. Inferno fought valiantly until the bitter end, when an Orc drove an axe into his skull.