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*Coming back from the grave, atop "Polgar's Hill," to kill Narwhal the valley girl.


VICTORYYYYYYYYYYYYY
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I
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IMMORTAL


*Coming back from the grave to haunt Grymalkin until he gets my name right.

IT'S "POLGAR" !!!


Arghhh -- I'm dead!!!!

How can I be dead -- I have the coolest name of all the heroes.

Maybe we should have a do-over.
I thought Paizo got rid of Save-or-die.
Sheesh, one failed Will Save and I'm frozen in place 'till The Red Mummy eats my brains.

At least my name is immortalized as "The Keep on Polgar's Hill."

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My name's used for the home of Mongrelmen!

Shenanigans!

NOT
FAIR


Claiming the KILL of the Red Knight's "ghost."


Atilla Polgar
Barbarian!!!

Born in a rural village of both orc and human degenerates deep in the wilds of the Gran March, this halfbreed managed to escape a raiding party of feral Dwarves. He's pretty sure everyone else in the village was killed.

Considering, thus, that Dwarves must be pretty damned tuff, he followed them south and then west into the Jotens. Showing the same feral nature as the dwarves, and showing the potential to grow in to a huge fighter, the dwarves took the young lad on as their own and continued their nomadic ways.

Things became grim for the dwarves after a "bad experience" with an old hermit in the Jotens who was just good enough at slinging spells to send raiders a'running. And only a bit after that a small group of stone giants came upon the recovering dwarves and, from a distance, buried them under boulders and rocks.

Atilla Polgar, once again, seemed to be the only to escape, fleeing the Jotens and haphazardly running straight into the Sterich March.

And now he finds himself at some roadside shack -- the smell of food and women, the warmth of light and the laughter of drunkeness are just enough to get this barbarian to come in and make some new friends at this, the Hale Halberdier!