About Darnak Deepstone
Darnak Deepstone(Monk of the Sacred Mountain) 1:
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Monk (Monk of the Sacred Mountain) 18th:
Ki pool = 21:
DARNAK DEEPSTONE CR 17
Hardy +4 vs spells/spell-like abilities
Defensive Abilities Defensive Training, Iron Limb Defense, Vow of Silence; DR Adamantine Monk (DR 4/–), Immune Diamond Body, disease, poison; SR 28
Total = 529,250g
Iron Monk (Ex): At 2nd level, a monk of the sacred mountain gains Toughness as a bonus feat. In addition, the monk gains a +1 natural armor bonus. This ability replaces evasion.
Bastion Stance (Ex): At 4th level, a monk of the sacred mountain becomes like stone, nearly impossible to move when he stands his ground. If the monk starts and ends his turn in the same space, he cannot be knocked prone or forcibly moved until the start of his next turn, except by mind-affecting or teleportation effects. At 16th level, he is immune to any attempts to force him to move, even mind-affecting and teleportation effects. This ability replaces slow fall.
Iron Limb Defense (Ex): At 5th level, a monk of the sacred mountain can deflect blows with an active defense that complements his bastion stance. If the monk starts and ends his turn in the same space, he gains a +2 shield bonus to AC and CMD until the start of his next turn. As a swift action, he can spend 1 ki point to increase this bonus to +4. This ability replaces high jump.
Adamantine Monk (Ex): At 9th level, a monk of the sacred mountain has muscles so strong and skin so resilient that he gains DR 1/—. This DR increases by 1 for every three levels thereafter. As a swift action, the monk can spend 1 ki point to double his DR until the beginning of his next turn. This ability replaces improved evasion.
Vow of Silence (Su): At 17th level, a monk of the sacred mountain becomes as impassive as stone, making a vow of silence in exchange for greater abilities. The monk gains a +2 insight bonus to AC and CMD and a +4 bonus on Sense Motive, Stealth, and Perception checks. The monk does not lose the capacity for speech, but if he ever speaks, he loses this feature for 24 hours. This ability replaces tongue of the sun and the moon.
In addition, he can spend 1 point to increase his speed by 20 feet for 1 round.
Finally, a monk can spend 1 point from his ki pool to give himself a +4 dodge bonus to AC for 1 round.
Each of these powers is activated as a swift action. A monk gains additional powers that consume points from his ki pool as he gains levels. The ki pool is replenished each morning after 8 hours of rest or meditation; these hours do not need to be consecutive. You have a ki pool equal to 1/2 your monk level + your Wisdom modifier.
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Darnak, along with his sister Jelad, was born and raised in Janderhoff. His mother, Ingra, is an accomplished herbalist. His father, Dolgrin, is an expert smithy. Now his father is far different sort from other dwarfs. Apart from being a smithy, he is also known for his strange fighting style. He is far more subdued than your typical dwarf. Never really says a whole lot unless something needs to be said. Keeps to himself mostly and just does what he needs to do to take care of his family. That is....until he became the The Ultimate Tavern Brawler of Janderhoff.
Now because of such a title, Darnak had it rough growing up. There were those who figured, that since Darnak's father was such a good fighter, maybe Darnak was too. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't quite the fighter his dad was. By any means. So, poor Darnak, was accosted quite a bit growing up. Now Darnak actually won most of the fights, not all of them but the majority of them, but not without cost. He'd always come home with a new source of pain. Mostly his face. They always seem to like beating on his face.
One thing Darnak took from this experience, is that he would use it to fuel his fire within him for the rest of his life. When the time came for him to compete in the tournament, he'd remember.
Now there's this tournament held every year in Janderhoff where dwarves gather to compete in combat within a makeshift tavern. The rules are simple....ANYTHING goes. The only exception is you can only fight with improvised weapons or unarmed. The first year Dolgrin joined,(for unknown reasons to this day), he won. He was reigning champ for 5 years running. He then inexplicably retired.
Darnak went to all the fights. He watched all his father's fights, but never truly paid attention. When his father retired, he knew it was his time. His was ready to step in and take over where his father left off. Confident and cocky, he was ready. It would be five years before Darnak could step in, but when the time finally came, he would be ready.
Now the tournament was a greater success than ever during the years Dolgrin was in, because everyone knew who he would be going up against....Morgrym Ironclang. Also known as "Skullsplitter". If you have ever seen him fight, you would know he came by it honestly. Thankfully, because of the nearby healers, he hasn't killed anyone...yet. Everyone wanted to see him lose and Dolgrin supplied that. Morgrym could beat everybody but Dolgrin, and he hated the fact that this old dwarf wouldn't fall. He also hated his strange fighting style(which, amazingly, no one ever questioned, due to how Dolgrin was an odd dwarf anyway). The following year there was no Deepstone, Morgrym reclaimed his title and held it for the next four. Every year, after each tournament, he would always challenge Dolgrin to return.
When that 5th year rolled around, Darnak stepped in. Even before the tournament began he gave himself his own moniker, "Darnak The Destroyer" (He was quite proud of this). Darnak would 'hear' the advice his father gave to him, but he would never truly 'listen'. He seen all his father's fights, what more did he need to be taught? Besides, he was a Deepstone. He wasn't as big or strong as his father, but you couldn't tell him that.
With all the talk, Morgrym was licking his chops ready to face the new Deepstone. He vowed to not lose to another one. To this day, he still seethes at the thought of not being able to beat the elder Deepstone. He couldn't wait to teach this young fool a lesson in pain. Severe pain
Well Darnak fought and won his way through match after match. He relished many of them, as they happened to be against many of those that made his formidable years so difficult. Each victory brought him closer and closer to Morgrym, and the crowd was getting anxious. Dwarf after dwarf continued to fall to Darnak. It seemed the closer he got to the title match, instead of the opponents getting tougher, they seemed to fall a little easier. Moreso than the earlier opponents. Darnak thought nothing of it though. He just assumed they were scared of 'The Destroyer',(who wouldn't be with that name he thought), and he KNEW he was far stronger and a more intelligent fighter anyway. These victories just reinforced how good he truly is. No one could stop 'The Destroyer'. Not even Skullsplitter.
The title match finally arrived. Morgrym and Darnak were the last two standing much to everyone's delight. It was the match they all have been waiting for.
The fight began and the crowd erupted. After a long hiatus they finally got a matchup worth watching. Darnak landing some solid hits, Morgrym retaliating with even more solid hits. Darnak, at one point, got a solid elbow to the jaw of Morgrym and decided that was his chance to put him on the ground and end this. He attempted to trip him with a leg sweep, apparently forgetting he was fighting one of his own kind. That mistake cost him a broken eye socket from a wicked headbutt by Morgrym(They don't call him Skullsplitter for nothing). The fight wore on and Morgrym was showing signs of fatigue that he himself couldn't understand. As a matter of fact, he wasn't feeling right since right before the fight. He just shook it off and thought nothing of it, even though his punches lacked any power and his swings were so wild, they weren't even coming close. Darnak knew he had him beat. In the last round, Darnak managed to double over Morgrym with a shot to the gut, and as he did, Darnak's right knee would then meet Morgrym right square in the nose, full force. Morgrym fell like a rock from the sky. He tried to get up but could no longer muster the strength.
'Darnak the Destroyer' had won!.......Or so he thought.
Darnak was living it up. No shame in letting everyone know he's the Ultimate Tavern Brawler of Janderhoff. Loved to talk about how tough he is, or taking bets on how many years he's gonna hold the title. Darnak was living the dream. Life was good. He was the best. It couldn't have happen to a better dwarf.
Now with Dolgrin out the previous 5 years, there was no clear cut competition for Morgrym. Because of it, the tournament suffered on profits. It wasn't a total loss, but the money made when it was Dolgrin vs. Morgrym is incomparable. So when the son of Dolgrin stepped in, the promoters saw gold. And lots of it. Seeing how Darnak wasn't the fighter his father is, they knew they were gonna have to take steps to make sure he and Morgrym would face each other in the title match. They also knew the tougher opponents he faced in the latter stages were probably gonna give Darnak trouble as well. They were able to 'negotiate' with all but one. Morgrym. "I'm killin' that little runt. There ain't no amount o' gold that's gonna stop me." Morgrym vowed to them. But Morgrym's ritual before every fight is drinking a tankard of ale. Those involved in the scandal added a little something to it just before the fight(more like a lot of something).
Darnak eventually found out about the fix. How, or by whom, he's never said. Furious, he stormed straight to the home of the promoter who's name he'd been given. He demanded answers. The promoter convinced him to return in an hour and he'd get his answers. When Darnak returned, Morgrym was there also. "What's he doin' 'ere?", said Darnak. "Without our help, ya had no chance, boy. Ya not as good as your da, or many o' the other dwarves either," the promoter responded.
. And with that, Darnak flew into a rage right at the promoter. Morgrym stepped in Darnak's path and this time Morgrym was not drugged. Darnak didn't care about Morgrym, though. If Morgrym was going to get in his way, then so be it. This was gonna be Darnak's finest hour.... or his biggest mistake. Unfortunatley it would turn out to be the latter. He just didn't know it.
Darnak got in a few good shots at Morgrym, but Morgrym was far too much for him. Darnak proceeded to get himself pummeled brutally. One of the worst was when he threw a right jab, straight for Morgrym's face. Morgrym sidestepped to his left, grabbed Darnak's wrist with his right hand, and with his left hand broke his arm clean in half, right at the bend of the elbow. It was so bad, his elbow bent out the opposite direction. Darnak went into shock from the searing pain shooting through his arm, topped off with the realization he was made into a complete fool. Morgrym knew he had him beat, so he wasted no time in finishing him off. He proceeded to whale on his ribs, breaking several. As Darnak continued to stand, due to pride alone, Morgrym then broke his leg by caving in the left side of his knee. As he crumpled to the ground, Morgrym reached down to and pulled him up by the front of his shirt and finished him off with several of his famous, "Skullsplitter", shots to the face. Darnak didn't, COULDN'T, resist. Not that it mattered. He was finished and he knew it. When Darnak hit the ground, blood pouring from his face and pain coursing throughout his body, Morgrym had one last word for the mighty Darnak. "What ar' ya daft?! Who gives themself ther' own nickname?! I've got a new name for ya! How 'bout: Darnak 'THE DESTROYED'!" He burst out in laughter. He laughed so loud and so long,(at least, that's what it seemed like to Darnak) he still hears that laughter, to this day, echo within his mind.
As he lay on the ground beaten, bruised and broken, and on the very edge of unconsciousness, he heard the promoter say one last thing to him before he left him for dead. As he bends down to make sure Darnak could hear him, "Foolish lad. Why couldn't ya just let it be? You're nothin'. You're nothin' at all like your father and ya never will be." The sting Darnak felt from those words, seem to hurt more than the pain he was feeling from the utter beating he just took.
Darnak, to proud to ask for help, tried in vain to make it home. He made a futile attempt to crawl, but the pain was so great his scream seem to echo for miles. Fortunately for him, there happen to be some fellow dwarves nearby that would help him home. When they got him there, his mother couldn't believe that was Darnak. They helped him to his room and took their leave. Shocked at his appearance, she prepared herself to heal him. Darnak, fading in and out of consciousness, could only muster the words, "Don't heal me, ma. Don't..." And as the darkness overtook him all he could think about was how much of a fool he was. That would burn into him for the rest of his days.
Darnak finally came to nearly two days later. That night came flooding back. The words of the promoter came back even stronger. The promoter was right, he was nothing, nothing like his dad. His dad had a calm, self-assurance about himself. A presence that demands respect, without demanding it. Darnak never really thought about it until now. And the more he thought about his father's persona and his fighting style, the more of a stranger Dolgrin seem to be. Had he been so wrapped up in his own world that he didn't even know his father? Amazingly enough, he felt a great deal better. His face still hurt but the rest of him seemed okay. Thinking that odd, resigning to the fact she didn't listen, he thought to speak to his mother on how his arm, ribs, and leg healed so well in just a matter of a day or two.(She did heal him, by the way. As much as she could. The bones healed nicely, but his face would ever be scarred.) Shrugging it off, and seeing how his face still hurt a bit, he decided to rest up and let his mother's healing poultices do it's job. He would speak with his father in due time.
The following morning, Darnak was doing a great deal better so he went in search of his father so as to speak with him. But before he left, he grabbed a mirror out of his mother's room and took a look at his face. Given the circumstances, his mother did well, but his face was still terribly scarred. His nose slightly crooked. This visage of his would always be used as a reminder.
He approached his father in the forge that evening, and asked him, "Da'. What r' ya about with that fightin' style ya got? An' could ya teach me?" Dolgrin stopped what he was doing and turned to him and responded, "Son, do ya truly wish ta learn? If this is somethin' ya truly want, then you're gonna have ta listen 'n do as I say. It's gonna take time, commitment, patience and perseverance. Are ya ready for that, son? Are ya? A part o' me thinks you're not with all your fury but I'll let ya tell me." Darnak, taking in all his father just said to him, straightens himself up and nods. "Aye, I am." He wasn't exactly sure what his father was talking about, but he was determined. He wanted to show all of Janderhoff that he was no fluke. He wanted to truly be great and show them all. His thoughts must have betrayed him for his father spoke up. "Darnak, don't think you're gonna become one o' the greatest fighters with thoughts of revenge. You've already failed if that's all you're after." He pauses for a moment to let that sink in, then continues, "Look, I know you're angry, and ya have every right ta be. But if ya want ta be a great fighter, you're gonna have ta use more than you're anger."
Darnak gave a resigned sigh and then responded, "Tell me what I have ta do."
After Darnak finally healed of his wounds, his father put him through odd and strenuous exercises. Ones that Darnak figured few dwarves have ever seen. He learned to find balanceupon a board raised a few feet in the air upon a couple of wooden supports placed on either end. And after his father manage to catch him by surprise numerous times - resulting in several crashes to the floor - Darnak eventually found himself prepared, even when he wasn't . Even though Darnak was raw in learning, his father never reprimanded him, scolded him, or anything of that nature during the training. He simply allowed him to learn from his mistakes. His father did emphasize the importance of defense. "Son, anyone can hit anyone. It's those that can avoid gettin' hit that'll be standin' in the end."
After several months, Dolgrin walks up to his son as he's going through his exercises, "Son, I've taught ya all I can. There's nothin' more here for ya ta learn. You're gonna have ta get out there, make your own path and walk through the fire ta learn anythin' more. There's no better way. And here, I got somethin' for ya." Dolgrin takes out a medal and hands it to him. "Don'tcha be for worryin' about what it is or where I got it. That's not important right now. There'll come a time when ya know and then hopefully you'll bring one back for yourself. And when ya do, you can bring that one back to me, alright? 'Cause I'll be for wantin' it back." He gives him a wry grin. Grinning himself, Darnak nods as he takes the medaland places it around his neck, stuffing it underneath his shirt. "Aye, I will, da. I promise." Dolgrin pats him on the shoulder, "Good. I'll be holdin' ya to that," he says with a wink.
Darnak gathered up his things and headed out of Janderhoff, joining up with a caravan that was heading north. While most of them seemed like mostly ne'er do wells from the southern lands, it didn't really bother Darnak. He didn't care where they were headed as long as they were headed somewhere. He figured once he ran into trouble, that'd be the place to start. Walk through the fire... Darnak brings the words of his father to bear within his mind. Darnak, the once proud and arrogant dwarf now humbled, had learned a discipline to fighting he never knew existed and he hoped he could hone that to perfection, the way his father had.
Darnak is 4'2, 195lbs, 50 years old. He has terrible facial scars from his fight that reminds him of his past self. He is confident, positive, practical, and humble. He carries himself with poise. He's also quite the easy going guy. He has stone colored skin, and likes to wear gray. Like everything. He also possesses a gray, wide brim hat. And his pic represents his hair and beard quite well.
He's possesses an introverted personality, much like his father, but not nearly as deep. Darnak is friendly enough to speak to anyone, he just doesn't make it a point to talk just to be talking.