Karan Stone-Cleaver
Paladin (Oath of Vengeance) 8 / Fighter 3
Karan Stone-Cleaver
Species
Human
Appearance
Karan is a powerfully built human man whose presence seems to arrive a heartbeat before he does. His sun-darkened skin is crossed by pale scars that resemble old lightning strikes, and his short-cropped iron-black hair bristles like a scrub of winter grass. His amber eyes flash with an almost predatory intensity, yet his face is unexpectedly gentle when listening to frightened children. His battered plate armor is layered with hammered repairs, each one etched with the name of a reclaimed clearing. Green enamel has been rubbed into the rune channels, giving the armor a mossy glow in dim light. He moves with the heavy, forward-leaning gait of a charging bull, but his hands are remarkably delicate when handling seedlings, maps, or wounded animals. The contradictory impression is unmistakable: a siege engine dressed as a gardener.
“His voice is a resonant battlefield baritone, fast and forceful when issuing orders, unexpectedly soft when speaking to children or the dying, and almost whisper-quiet when discussing the refuge valley..”
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Distinguishing Features
A jagged scar runs from his right temple to the corner of his mouth, pulling his smile into a permanent half-grimace.
His left gauntlet is engraved with the names of forty-three civilians who died in the burned refuge valley.
A thin green line of magical light pulses beneath the skin of his palms when he is near recently disturbed earth.
His wolf-hide cloak still bears the silver ear of the animal that led him out of the smoke after the refuge burning.
Voice
“A rough, resonant commander's voice with a surprising warmth beneath the gravel, like a campfire heard through rain”
Clothing
Heavily battered rune-etched steel plate bearing green Root-Mark insignia, a thick gray wolf-hide cloak, mud-dark underclothes, reinforced riding boots, and a belt crowded with boundary nails, chalk, seed packets, and folded maps
Body Language
Karan leans toward whoever is speaking, as though trying to pull the truth out by force. He plants his warhammer like a standard, clenches and unclenches his left hand when restraining anger, and steps between vulnerable people and danger without seeming to notice he has done so.
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