Amyrta Stonefist's page

By Torag's left nut!

But that leaves Torag and Irori. Odd combination, that. Dwarven Monks, ahoy?

Ye be gettin' me rum then?

I'll be ready to plant my fist in the face o' whatever demonic beasties ye put in front of me!

'Bout time my kin get their proper respect.

Who buys a kama, period?

Are ye tryin' to insult me boy?

Dear Ask,
I've heard tales of the fighting prowess of the Shoanti, and I'm very impressed. Do you think a dwarven monk like myself would be welcome in a quah? I hear you face Belkzen orcs often, and I need a good exercise.

- Dried out in Osirion

Craig Shackleton wrote:

I like dwarves.

Just sayin'

And we dwarves like Craig Shackleton.

Aye! After I give 'im a few pints o' brew, I'll be askin' him 'bout that Hamatulastu style I got beat with...

'Bout time!

I coulda had a use for this against a certain mummy dragon.

Is that even a real name, "Stone fist"?

Sounds like someone with really clumsy hands, unable to craft even the simplest tool, let alone arms and armour, and thus forced to fight without any weapons or protection. ;-P

Aye, 'tis true, me hands are clumsy at fine craftwork, to my mother and father's shame.

But as me brother and I can attest...we don't need a weapon to hurt ye.

Even the boring old cliches are more interesting to play. And then there are "odd" choices to have fun with- dwarven druids, dwarven bards, dwarven monks!

AYE!

Haha! Bald dwarves, that's kooky.

What're ye sayin', ye son of a three-legged goat? Ye be talkin' to my fists if ye insult me fine shaved pate.

And if you bang rocks together, it makes fire, so you've got it covered there.

Heck, if you bang dwarven skulls together, it makes fire.

Aye, we do have a hard head...but it's easier when we're wearin' helms, you see.

As a dwarfy god of dwarves, depicted in art as a dwarf, and known to manifest as his own reflection in a shiny surface, yes, his avatar looks like him ... a dwarf. :)

Ya, but ye did not say he looks like one's own pa - did the scribe not get that to ye? That's what ye get for hirin' gnomes to do yer courier business. ;)

3 Arodus (I think)

Irori be praised, I live still. I should raise a mug in Cayden's name as well, he granted his cleric, Olen, the powers that saved my life not once, but twice. I hope never again to see a mummified dragon, one that swims in gold as it would water and still manages to breathe lightning despite having no lungs whatsoever. Still, I persevered - let it not be said that Amyrta Stonefist, daughter of Wrot the Even-Handed, He Who Fought Glamdarrig the Wicked, did not do her duty. The last of the sacred water I had was spent in dealing the final blow to the dead dragon, sending its bones to rest more quietly.

I hope somewhere in this tomb lie what I am looking for - perhaps some of the older martial guides that might lead me to gain entrance on a Jalmeray monastery, a gift for their Masters. I must seek a way to grant my strikes more power, perhaps of an elemental nature. I have also heard of ways to make my fists strike at a distance - I shall meditate upon this in the morning, but for now, my body is weary. No divine healing I have come upon can take away the rush and crash of battle, and I can barely keep myself upright.

** spoiler omitted **

Aye, ye'd be knowin' all about that, wouldn't ye?

Updated character. Hooray for 7th level!

Date: It's ... 4708 (I can't keep track of these damn fool days/months - why can't they have a proper timekeeper in human lands!)
After sailing upriver to Sothis, I went looking for Mithral Scarab (helluva name for a human) as the Venture Captain requested. Seems my muscles were needed for some guard work, as three of my fellow Pathfinders may have got themselves in over their heads. (I think the Captain is trying to get one in the sack - why doesn't she just throw him over his shoulder and be done with it? He's just a skinny elf after all.)

I arrived not a moment too soon - that eel Paracooter - Paracount Julistar was raising a ruckus and trying to get some documents that Obasi and Allerund had purchased at some fancy auction. While Olen, Allerund and I followed Julistar's lackey back to their room, Obasi decided to set the inn on fire.

I mean try and stop the halfling from setting the inn on fire. I think Obasi is over-fond of his magics. He did some mojo on the half-orc we captured (after he and the halfling tried to kill Obasi) and what do you know, suddenly he's best of friends with Obasi! Turns out he's a mercenary for Julistar and he was about ready to spill the goods when the halfling got all lippy. I had to introduce the halfling to my fist. Turns out Miss Scarab got herself kidnapped, and there ain't no way I was going to explain that to the Venture Captain.

We figured we'd go check out this warehouse that the half-orc talked about and see if Scarab was there, and Olen and I had the place all cased out, just like my master taught me. We pin the back door shut when we see some guards hanging around in the room, Olen takes a peek in another window. Turns out Scarab was indeed there (along with some very unfriendly folk) but that's when the fire beastie showed up. Olen had hopped in doing some sort of vanishing trick - next to me one second and in the room the next. I'm anxiously waiting outside when I hear screams and whatnot and the guards come running out the back door after finally getting it open - but I'm ready for 'em. Those bracers I picked up in Absalom are really handy - they fall over like an axe-felled tree and I run in to see what's up. Olen's in a bad way, surrounded by guards and a mean-looking individual with one of them big scimitar swords that was wailing on Olen.

Obasi is a magnet for fire, I think - he seems to get in the most trouble when it's involved. Obasi lets the beastie chase him into the warehouse. A warehouse filled with oil-cloth wrapped antiques. This did not end well, as you might imagine. Half the building's on fire, Scarab is gettin' beat on, Olen is down, and I got this fire beast breathing on me. What to do? What I came to do - I start attacking it, hoping that I can take it down before it takes me down. Luckily before we got too far with that, it disappears. I grab Olen and make sure Scarab is out and high tail it out the rear exit.

I went shopping. :)

Welcome to the party Lilith! A dwarven monk would certainly be an interesting addition.

Partially done, profile updated. Still need to get gear, Weapon Groups...how is Appearance figured out?

Seeking to learn the Cobra Strike Style mentioned in my master's books, I have come to Osirion. Already imagining the blistering sun, I have shaved my scalp in preparation (something I had been meaning to do) and got rid of the pale skin I had grown up with in the north. Now a even tan, I sunned myself for hours on the galley's deck while doing my exercises, hoping the training now would help me avoid the ill effects of travelling in such a place.

The city is an overwrought tangle of architecture - my dwarven senses scoffed at such unnecessary accoutrements, but the white stone had an added effect of feeling much cooler. I was attracted by the sound of a raucous auctioning, and I gazed upon a cobra statue, much like the one depicted in my master's manual.

Need a dwarven monk in the party? :D