Caesk Bristlebeard
Male Dwarf Fighter (Brawler) 1
LN Medium Humanoid (dwarf)
Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +1
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Defense:
AC 19, touch 13, flat-footed 16 (+5 armor, +1 shield, +3 Dex)
hp 13 (1d10+3)
Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +0; +2 vs. poison, spells, and spell-like abilities
Defensive Abilities defensive training
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Offense:
Speed 20 ft.
Melee Light Shield Bash +4 (1d3+2/x2) and
. . Cestus +6 (1d4+5/19-20/x2) and
. . Dwarven waraxe +4 (1d10+5/x3)
Ranged Sling +4 (1d4+5/x2)
Special Attacks hatred
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Statistics:
Str 20, Dex 17, Con 16, Int 13, Wis 11, Cha 10
Base Atk +1; CMB +6; CMD 19 (19 vs. Bull Rush, 19 vs. Trip)
Feats Improved Shield Bash, Two-weapon Fighting
Traits Legendary Drinker, Zest for Battle
Skills Acrobatics -2 (-6 jump), Appraise +1 (+3 to determine the price of nonmagic items with precious metals or gemstones), Climb +4, Escape Artist -2, Fly -2, Intimidate +4, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +5, Knowledge (engineering) +5, Perception +1 (+3 to notice unusual stonework, such as traps and hidden doors in stone walls or floors), Profession (soldier) +4, Ride -2, Stealth -2, Swim +0
Languages Common, Dwarven, Orc
SQ greed, hardy, slow and steady, stability, stonecunning +2
Combat Gear Smelling salts, Sunrod (2); Other Gear Scale mail, Light steel shield, Cestus, Dwarven waraxe, Sling, Sling bullets (20), Backpack (48 @ 88 lbs), Bedroll, Belt pouch (3 @ 0.34 lbs), Block and tackle, Chalk, Crowbar, Flint and steel, Folding pole, Grappling hook, Hammer, Iron spike (10), Mess kit, Piton (5), Pot, Rope, Saw, Silk rope, Soap, Torch (10), Trail rations (5), Waterskin, Wire (2), 12 GP, 5 CP
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Special Abilities:
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Defensive Training +4 Gain a dodge bonus to AC vs monsters of the Giant subtype.
Greed +2 to Appraise checks to determine the price of nonmagical goods that contain precious metals or gemstones.
Hardy +2 Gain a racial bonus to saves vs Poison, Spells and Spell-Like effects.
Hatred +1 Gain a racial bonus to attacks vs Goblinoids/Orcs.
Improved Shield Bash You still get your shield bonus while using Shield Bash.
Legendary Drinker Your ability to hold your liquor is almost without equal. In fact, you feel nowhere as at home as in a bar with your fellow dwarves enjoying fine dwarven ale.
Benefit: You are never sickened by drinking alcohol and a night spent in a bar restores
Slow and Steady Your base speed is never modified by encumbrance.
Stability +4 Gain bonus to CMD vs bull rush/trip while standing on ground.
Stonecunning +2 +2 bonus to Perception vs unusual stonework. Free check within 10 feet.
Zest for Battle Whenever you have a morale bonus to weapon attack rolls, you also receive a +1 trait bonus on weapon damage rolls.
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Background:
A low roar blankets the hall within the tavern. A place for games and laughter for some, but for a few one for solace. The brew whetted the palate, sated the warmed the soul of many a dwarf. This satisfaction also had a nasty way of coming back two fold, in the form of an obnoxious beast clawing it's way up through the voice of the poor lout.
Fights and conflicts sprouted up around the place, such was the norm. The commotion of the tavern is similar to war; comforting in it's chaos. Yet there are still rules to be followed, and should they not. You will have a quick dive into the streets outside. Either way, good or bad...it passes the time.
Time it seems to pass here with no meaning. The only thing that keeps me sane is drinking this swill that they call brew and imagine it was of quality that was beyond human. Such that is only made only by dwarven hands.
Fighting seems to be the only thing that keeps me sane in this world of drudgery. A never ending cycle of my people, working to please others in this world. Unlike the world my father had described to me, a world underground which was full of wonder. A dwarven people working together, not only for survival but for the love of the earth. Everything meant something to them and was a tool for something else. They had a sense of pride among them. That pride which has seemingly faded from the faces of the once proud. You see glimpses of it at times, at least I have. Fighting along side my brothers in arms above ground, yet fighting none the less. When the blood of orcs spill onto dwarven axes, that my friends would bring any dwarven soldier that much closer his hereditary birthplace. The underdark.
The iron here is weak it cannot, bear the load of our people. It is too close to the surface, to young to be of any malleable use. It is brittle, broken, in need of reforging. Not unlike the hearts of the dwarven people.
I have dwarves in my company that would follow me to the depths of hell, but what good does that do me when I know that my race is a dying one. There is a reason that they call us the Mad Dogs. I don't blame them honestly, no dwarf in there right mind would give quarter. I make sure of it. Annexed and broken by the humans after the fall of Dammerhall. We share stories that have been passed down though the generations about the greatest fighters. The glories of past. They give false hope to dwarves, they talk about how it used to be. Not how it is.
The time to act is not in the past or future....It is in the present
I have made my mind. I am tasked solely by my ambition and pride as a dwarf to make my way back down into the underdark and claim it back. Through force or ingenuity it does not matter. It will be done.
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Appearance:
Stands a tall 4'5" which is respectable in height for any dwarf. His eyes are a piercing shade of blue which contrast his tanned skin. He doesn't care much about fashion and prefers to have his clothing to have functionality over looks. His one hand is always covered with a cestus, something that he learned to keep on his person after a few too many unfavorable bar fights.
