Class: Cleric (6)
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Age: 23 years
Weight: 135 pounds
Hair: Black dreadlocks
Weapon proficiencies: Mace (4)
Nonweapon proficiencies: Reading/Writing (2), Land-Based Riding (2), Knowledge – Religion [The Three] (1), Spellcraft – Clerical (1)
Former Profession: Groom, Farmer
- STR 12 (formerly 13)
- INT 10
- WIS 17
- DEX 10
- CON 8
- CHR 8
In his youth, Mandingo escaped slavery in Simoom and fled to Portsport and lived in the Docks District there. He became a Cleric of The Three, saying that if it wasn’t for the gods, he would have still been in slavery.
Tinder’s Champions saved from a sacrificial altar in Qasqueston. How he got there is anyone’s guess; he didn’t even know how he got there.
Once, Tinder’s Champions headed into the Docks District of Portsport to take care of some trouble that had surfaced there. While walking down a rickety set of stairs in a ramshackle building, Mandingo fell through the shoddy wood and was attacked by some sort of slime/jelly, which instantly and permanently crippled his right leg. Amelel, intending to do good, attempted to set the slime/jelly on fire, but instead accidentally set the building on fire, which in turn immolated the entire Docks District. It took a while to rebuild; however, Tinder’s Champions were able to skip town in the confusion that followed, evading any harsh repercussions.
At any rate, Mandingo continued on with Tinder’s Champions until finally meeting his doom. After a vicious attack by clerics of Casada, he shuffled off the mortal coil and didn’t end up quite where he thought he would. Tinder’s Champions reached out to him in the afterlife and asked if he would like to be brought back to the mortal world, but he said, “Nah, I like it here. Now leave me alone, foo’.”