ᴘʀᴏғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄɪᴇs
⋄ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏʟs: daggers, darts, slings, quarterstaffs, light crossbows
⋄ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs: common, elvish, draconic, celestial

ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs
⋄ ʀᴇʟᴇɴᴛʟᴇss ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: When you are reduced to 0 Hit Points but not killed outright, you can drop to 1 hit point instead. You can’t use this feature again until you finish a Long Rest.

⋄ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴠɪsɪᴏɴ: Thanks to your orc blood, you have superior vision in dark and dim Conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in Darkness as if it were dim light. You can’t discern color in Darkness, only shades of gray.

⋄ sᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋs: When you score a critical hit with a melee weapon Attack, you can roll one of the weapon’s damage dice one additional time and add it to the extra damage of the critical hit.

⋄ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ sᴀᴠᴀɴᴛ: Beginning when you select this school at 2nd level, the gold and time you must spend to copy a divination spell into your spellbook is halved.

⋄ ᴘᴏʀᴛᴇɴᴛ: Starting at 2nd level when you choose this school, glimpses of the future begin to press in on your awareness. When you finish a long rest, roll two d20s and record the numbers rolled. You can replace any attack roll, saving throw, or ability check made by you or a creature that you can see with one of these foretelling rolls. You must choose to do so before the roll, and you can replace a roll in this way only once per turn.

Each foretelling roll can be used only once. When you finish a long rest, you lose any unused foretelling rolls. Current rolls; 15 and 13.

⋄ ʀᴇsᴇᴀʀᴄʜᴇʀ: When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually, this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature. Your DM might rule that the knowledge you seek is secreted away in an almost inaccessible place, or that it simply cannot be found. Unearthing the deepest secrets of the multiverse can require an adventure or even a whole campaign.

ᴄᴀɴᴛʀɪᴘs
⋄ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs
⋄ ᴛʀᴜᴇ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇ
⋄ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ

ʟᴠʟ 1 - ғᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ sʟᴏᴛ
⋄ ᴛᴇɴsᴇʀ's ғʟᴏᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴋ ♦
⋄ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜʙᴏʟᴛ ♦
⋄ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴍɪssɪʟᴇ
⋄ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏ
⋄ sʜɪᴇʟᴅ ♦
⋄ ʀᴀʏ ᴏғ sɪᴄᴋɴᴇss ♦
⋄ ᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ
⋄ ғɪɴᴅ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ
⋄ ɪʟʟᴜsᴏʀʏ sᴄʀɪᴘᴛ

ʟᴠʟ 2 - ᴛᴡᴏ sʟᴏᴛs
⋄ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ♦
⋄ sᴄᴏʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʀᴀʏ ♦
⋄ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ

ᴇǫᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ
⋄ backpack
⋄ spellbook
⋄ book of lore (history)
⋄ bottle of ink
⋄ ink pen
⋄ sheets of parchment
⋄ small knife
⋄ bag of sand
⋄ components pouch
⋄ common clothes x2

ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs
⋄ quarterstaff

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴄʏ
⋄ 8 gold pieces
⋄ 5 silver pieces

Raised by his Elf father in Alanla with no knowledge of his Orcish mother or her culture, Zevemar considers it a crying shame that his appearance doesn't reflect this. Green-tinted skin a nascent tusks were not a popular look in the rural town, though bullies quickly learned that exchanging words with the Half Orc was safer than trading blows. As much as Andrimar cherished his son and tried to prepare him from the world, exclusion from the normal life of a child in Illio took its toll and when Zevemar arrived at the Spire (Andrimar was always certain that his son should follow in his footsteps and pursue an arcane career, much better than any physical labour) as a teenager, he was an awkward sort with little social grace.

He was lucky, therefore, that he was soon swept up in the aura of the inexorable Iolanthe. They were partnered together on a project and much to Zevemar's surprise, Iolanthe decided that his studious nature, encyclopedic knowledge of history, fastidious love of arcane theory and immense strength were all useful assets. After all, not every friend can help you cheat on a test and lift all your ridiculously overstuffed suitcases. Their friendship wasn't all one way, Iolanthe was happy to use the considerable weight of her personality to bludgeon into submission those who drew unflattering attention to Zevemar's Orcish heritage. The pair were well matched, one at home in the library surrounded by books and the other at ease in the courtyard, centre of attention amongst the school's social elite.

Since completing their training as Acolytes, the two have begun an ambitious, cross-continent holiday/break to "find themselves". It took less than two weeks for Zevemar to miss studying and for Iolanthe to get bored, each desperate to stop walking and find something interesting to do. And so we find them, sitting in a tavern with sore feet and complaints on their lips, just waiting for adventure to come and snap them up.

ᴘʀᴏғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄɪᴇs
ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs
Simple and martial weapons, light and medium armor, shields.
ᴛᴏᴏʟs:
Disguise kit, piano.
ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs:
Common and Draconic

ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs
Fᴇʏ Aɴᴄᴇsᴛʀʏ: You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can’t put you to sleep.
Dᴀʀᴋᴠɪsɪᴏɴ: You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can’t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.

Bʏ Pᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ Dᴇᴍᴀɴᴅ: You can always find a place to perform, usually in an inn or tavern but possibly with a circus, at a theater, or even in a noble’s court. At such a place, you receive free lodging and food of a modest or comfortable standard (depending on the quality of the establishment), as long as you perform each night. In addition, your performance makes you something of a local figure. When strangers recognize you in a town where you have performed, they typically take a liking to you.

Rᴀɢᴇ: In battle, you fight with primal ferocity. On your turn, you can enter a rage as a bonus action. While raging, you gain the following benefits if you aren’t wearing heavy armor:
Your rage lasts for 1 minute. It ends early if you are knocked unconscious or if your turn ends and you haven’t attacked a hostile creature since your last turn or taken damage since then. You can also end your rage on your turn as a bonus action.

Rᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss Aᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ: Starting at 2nd level, you can throw aside all concern for defense to attack with fierce desperation. When you make your first attack on your turn, you can decide to attack recklessly. Doing so gives you advantage on melee weapon attack rolls using Strength during this turn, but attack rolls against you have advantage until your next turn.

Dᴀɴɢᴇʀ Sᴇɴsᴇ: At 2nd level, you gain an uncanny sense of when things nearby aren’t as they should be, giving you an edge when you dodge away from danger. You have advantage on Dexterity saving throws against effects that you can see, such as traps and spells. To gain this benefit, you can’t be blinded, deafened, or incapacitated.

Pʀɪᴍᴀʟ Pᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Aɴᴄᴇsᴛʀᴀʟ Gᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ
Aɴᴄᴇsᴛʀᴀʟ Pʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀs: Starting when you choose this path at 3rd level, spectral warriors appear when you enter your rage. While you’re raging, the first creature you hit with an attack on your turn becomes the target of the warriors, which hinder its attacks. Until the start of your next turn, that target has disadvantage on any attack roll that isn’t against you, and when the target hits a creature other than you with an attack, that creature has resistance to the damage dealt by the attack. The effect on the target ends early if your rage ends.

ᴇǫᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ
•Explorer's pack
•A costume for special performances
•Family trinkets (small, clumsily woven bracelets from his sisters)
•Tambourine
ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs
•Greataxe
•Handaxe (2)
•Javelin (4)

Born of a proud immigrant family, HORUS’ ancestors hail from the continent Erontor of the desert country of Al-Turoq. Allow the scene to be set for you: three weary travelers cross the sea to seek refuge in the oasis of a new country with land that is fresh and sweet. The travelers are a middle aged couple and their strong, independent daughter. Her name is Samar. Life in this land is rich with new opportunities of wealth, freedom, and love. Samar is determined to make a good life, falling immediately for an Elven man. She courts, she makes love, she is heartbroken. Left alone in a new country with no husband and a baby on the way. He will know nothing about that half of his heritage, nothing about the man who is truly his father, and nothing about the ancestors that came before him.

HORUS takes in the details of every story. Every twisting moment, every emotion, and every lesson. He is not one to easily forget a tale once it is told to him. To tell a narrative is the best way to communicate, it is how humans have communicated and lived on for as long as they have. It is how HORUS knows the stories of Al-Turoq. It is how HORUS can feel a connection and a home to a land he has never been. It is how HORUS can find peace.

Swept into the bustle of a crowd, HORUS tells stories in town squares and cities to all who will listen. The man is romantic and elegant, but one must hope to stay on the good side of his ragged temper.

- Dᴇᴀᴅᴇʏᴇ Sʜᴏᴛ: When you make a firearm attack against a creature, you can expend 1 grit point to gain advantage on the attack roll.
- Dɪsᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ Sʜᴏᴛ: When you make a firearm attack against a creature, you can expend 1 grit point. On a hit, the creature takes damage and must succeed on a STR saving throw (DC 10) or drop 1 held object of your choice and have that object be pushed 10 ft. away from you.