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15
LVL

Paladin, Oath of Vengeance

Muraeil'Mura

Level 15·Female·Medium
Lawful good, though she trusts practical mercy more than written law.

Species

Hill dwarf

Appearance

Muraeil has the dense, grounded presence of someone accustomed to bracing a wagon wheel against a mountain slope. She waits with her weight on the balls of her feet, as if the ground might shift and she means to be ready first. Her beard is braided close along the jaw in the old style of her clan, while the rest of her dark hair is hacked short and uneven, like a worker's cut. Her armor is polished at the shoulders and dull with road dust everywhere else. A little brass bell hangs at her belt, its clapper wrapped in thread so it will not ring. She moves with surprising quiet for someone so solid, and leaves the impression of a warm hearth that has learned how to swing a hammer.

Height4 feet 6 inches
BuildCompact and powerfully built, with thick forearms, a broad back, and the balanced stance of a seasoned climber.
EyesDark hazel, flecked with gold near the pupil.
HairDark brown, sun-faded at the ends, with a few iron-gray strands.
SkinWarm umber with a weather-darkened flush across the nose and cheeks.

Plain-spoken, low, and deliberate. She favors concrete words and short sentences, with a dry warmth that emerges around the cookfire.”

Ability Scores

STR
10+0
DEX
10+0
CON
10+0
INT
10+0
WIS
10+0
CHA
10+0

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilLawful good, though she trusts practical mercy more than written law.

Distinguishing Features

A brass bell at her belt has its clapper wrapped in thread so it stays silent.

The wooden grip of her hammer is worn smooth in one thumb-shaped hollow.

Her weight rests forward, ready to catch a slipping wagon or person.

Her armor is meticulously cared for, but her hair is always cut like she did it herself with a kitchen knife.

Voice

A low, even contralto with a dry, friendly rasp, like gravel warmed by a cookfire.

Clothing

A smoke-blue wool coat beneath fitted plate armor, with a faded red sash tied over the belt. Her gloves are patched at the thumbs, and her boots are stitched with pale thread so tears can be spotted quickly.

Body Language

She plants her feet as though testing a slope, shoulders slightly forward, hands resting near the battered hammer at her hip. When listening closely, she turns one ear toward the speaker and stills completely. Around children she crouches, but always keeps one boot pointed toward the nearest exit.

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