Mordith MaCallach


Neutral Good / Human / Fighter (former Private in Flaming Fists)

Black hair, blue eyes, 5’10" and 185 lbs.

3rd Level: 1850xp

STR: 17 (3)
DEX: 14 (
CON: 15 (2)
INT: 11 (
WIS: 12 (1)
CHA: 10 (

HP: 12 (1d10 HD)
Initiative: +2
Speed: 30
Languages: Common, Chondathan (and some Orcish curses)
AC: 16 (18 w/ shield) (12 unarmored)
Proficiency: +2
Saving Throws: STR, CON
Tools: Mounts, Vehicles
Weapons: Simple, Martial
Armors: All, Shields
Skills: Acrobatics (DEX), Athletics (STR), Intimidation (CHA), Survivial (WIS)

Fighter Traits: Two-Weapon, Second Wind

Arms: Hand Axe, Battle Axe, Light Crossbow (w/ 20 bolts)
Armor: Scale Mail, Shield
Adventurer’s Kit: Healer’s Kit, Mess Kit, Tinderbox, Torches, Rations, Waterskin
Steel Mirror
10 ft Rope
Gaming Kit


I grew up the son of a scullery maid named Atrea in the Lord’s household after my father, Haleth, died serving in in the Flaming Fists. It wasn’t a great childhood, as a result. I dealt with some bullies, and started a lot of mischief in and around the castle, which included Elyas in some of my hairbrained schemes. When I was of age, I joined the Fists like my father, having built him, and them, up in my mind. When I discovered his reputation was somewhat different than what I’d imagined — he was a drinking, gambling, cheating whoreson bastard — things took a turn. Disillusioned, I drank and fought and fought and drank in the mud and the blood and the beer. One night I got into a disagreement at a bar with some loudmouth minor noble. He said some things about my father that he oughtn’t have, which got him murdered for his trouble, despite the attempt by some well-intentioned elf to break up the fight. The Fists protect their own, so instead of being executed, they fined me, knowing I wouldn’t be able to pay it off. I was thrown in debtor’s prison until Grant the Grey bought my fine.

Mordith MaCallach

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