Level 1 Human Avenger of Týr


Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 148 lbs.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Deity: Týr
Initiative: +2
Speed: 6

  1. Stats:
    1. Ability Scores
    2. Defenses
    3. Hit Points
    4. Feats
    5. Powers
    6. Trained Skills
    7. Inventory
  2. Biography:
    1. Background

Ability Scores

  • Str: 13 (+1)
  • Con: 13 (+1)
  • Dex: 15 (+2)
  • Int: 10 (+0)
  • Wis: 18 (+4)
  • Cha: 8 (-1)


  • AC: 17
  • Fort: 13
  • Ref: 14
  • Will: 16

Hit Points

  • Max HP: 27
  • Bloodied: 13
  • Surge Value: 6
  • Surges/Day: 8



  1. At-Will
  2. Encounter
  3. Daily

Trained Skills

  • Athletics
  • Endurance
  • Nature
  • Perception
  • Religion
  • Stealth


  • Adventurer’s Kit
  • Cloth Armor
  • Holy Symbol
  • Warhammer
  • Dagger
  • Torch (x5)
  • Horn



Sverrir (born Haakon Haraldsen in the town of Ljóðhus) is a low-level Avenger of the military arm of Týr’s Fist. Although considered shy and withdrawn in his dealings with the other members of Tyr’s Fist, Sverrir has shown great potential as one of the sect’s Jotunbane—warriors trained to hunt and destroy giantkin and other ‘unnatural’ creatures of the wild. He is known for his wild, relentless style of fighting, contrasted with a calm, observant, and aloof demeanor outside of combat.

Sverrir was initiated into the sect’s middle echelon of clergy at the age of 13, after having served the sect for nearly five years as a nameless, voiceless acolyte. According to the rites of Týr’s Fist, Sverrir was required to sacrifice his hand to a starving wolf, and then battle the creature to prove his worth. As a result of this battle, he lost the use of one of his hands, and was given the new name of Sverrir by the priests that observed the rite.

Following this initiation, he began his training under the guidance of Asatru—the priest that had originally purchased and brought Sverrir to the temple—and the other clergy of the temple. Over the next five years, he wasg taught how to survive for days in the forest without food, how to track and silently stalk creatures, and how to fight. Eventually accompanying his brothers in small skirmishes and other forays into the forest and even small towns near the secluded temple, Sverrir would come to doubt the single-minded, unquestioning violence of the sect that had raised him.

After a particularly brutal ambush he and his brothers participated in on a group of travelling creatures, Sverrir vowed to leave the temple to find the truth of Týr’s will. On the night of the sixth anniversary of Sverrir’s ‘birth,’ he silently gathered what few belongings he had and slipped out of the temple to see the world for himself.


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