N/PC Friday: Methyr the Village Priest

Name: Methyr
Race: Human
Class: NA  Level: 0

Alignment: Neutral Good

Age: 35    Gender: Male

Height/Weight: 5’5”/128) pounds

Hair/Eyes/Skin: Chestnut Brown/Grey/Fair

Distinguishing Feature: Acne scars on left side of face.

Ability Scores:

Strength: 11

Dexterity: 10

Constitution: 11

Intelligence:  8

Wisdom: 9

Charisma: 12

Movement: 12

Savings Throws:

Poison, Paralyzation, & Death Magic: 16

Rods, Staves, & Wands: 18

Petrification & Polymorph: 17

Breath Weapon: 20

Spell: 19

Armor Class: 10

Hit Points: 2

THAC0: 20

Damage: Tarnished Silver Mace(1d6)(-1 to attack rolls. Every time it hits, it must make a save vs. Crushing blow or shatter, revealing that the mace is actually a reliquary.)

Equipment: Dirty Clerical Vestments, Old Mildewed Holy book that he can't read that has seen at least one bookworm infestation in its long life.

Languages: Common

Background:

  Methyr is the son of a local farmer that died from the plague that swept through almost 20 years ago. The same plague also claimed the local priest who had tended to the poor in the area. Because of his ministrations and prayers, Methyr believed he had gotten better himself. Given that nobody else in the village could read either(and nobody really wanted the job), Methyr took up the role of priest for his village.
  Methyr blames himself for the death of the village priest, and believes that secretly, so do many of the village-folk. Thus, he tries very hard to try to make up for what he believes is his sin. Though Methyr is incapable of actual reading, he believes he's pieced together some of the meaning of his holy book, and none of the villagers can ever recall having heard such stirring sermon, even from the previous priest.
  Methyr takes care of the local shrine as best he can, but given his personal lack of funds, it's little more than a drafty hut in which sits a small tarnished silver mace upon an altar that has seen better days. If the village were ever in true danger, Methyr would use this mace to defend the villagers, trusting in the will of his god.