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Tall, battle weary, and with a devotion to Bahamut matching the dedication of even the most devout priest.
Surge Value: 18
Surges / Day: 12
Will: 15 (Currently 13 due to werewolf bite)
Passive Insight: 17
Passive Perception: 12
Toughness: +5 HP / Tier
Swift Recovery +3/4/5 Surge Value
Belt of Vigor
+1 Black Iron Plate
Brandis was born into a family that would not have him. Early in his life, it was realized that he did not have the typical dragonbreath that most Dragonborn have and was quickly shunned, some claiming him to be a weak link to the old blood while the others were too busy cowering from him to say anything at all. This aura of fear inducing power combined with his above average size, lack of breath, and oddly colored platinum scales quickly got him driven out of almost every Dragonborn community he came across. He never understood the disdain and while it angered his red hot racial pride, he kept himself controlled. Resolute. He had known since his earliest memories he was destined for greatness and could not allow the failings of other Dragonborn to hamper his fate.
So he quickly sought out and found a local temple dedicated to the god Bahamut and learned to tame his innate ability to cause fear in others. He dedicated his life to serving the Platinum Dragon and living the ideals he set forth to his followers. Eventually, Brandis’ faith and devotion earned him the attention of a paladin that frequented the temple named Michael. Even though Brandis towered of him by a foot, Michael was not afraid of Brandis but instead saw him as the embodiment of the ideals that a paladin cares for so much. So Brandis was taken on as his squire. He taught Brandis how to embrace the power granted by Bahamut and how to wield his innate power as a weapon against cowards and evil. He was molded from raw devotion and faith into a keen instrument of Bahamut’s will, ready to serve his god and destroy those who would break his simple commandments of kindness, fair living, and honor.
Eventually, Michael parted ways with Brandis after having taught him all he knew. Brandis forged on to his path ahead with his training in hand, sword on his back, and the pride of a Dragonborn inside. He could stop being a paladin only as easily as a fish could breathe on land now, or a horse could learn to build a city. Eventually, he tacked on to a small group heading to a small town to deliver a message and that’s when the small secluded town’s problems began…