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8 posts. Alias of Kayne Rhal.


Full Name

Balic of the Bear Clan

Race

Dwarven

Classes/Levels

Barbarian (Titan Mauler, Beast Totem) 1

Gender

Male

Size

Medium

Age

53

Alignment

Neutral Good

Languages

Common, Dwarven, Giant

Strength 16
Dexterity 15
Constitution 16
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 13
Charisma 8

About Balic Giantsmasher

Balic Giantsmasher:

Male dwarf barbarian (titan mauler, beast totem) 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide, Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Combat 30)
NG Medium humanoid (dwarf)
Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +5
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Defense
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AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 15 (+5 armor, +2 Dex)
hp 15 (1d12+3)
Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +1; +2 vs. poison, spells, and spell-like abilities
Defensive Abilities defensive training
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee cestus +4 (1d4+3/19-20) or
. . dagger +4 (1d4+3/19-20) or
. . dwarven longaxe +4 (1d12+4/×3)
Special Attacks rage (8 rounds/day)
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Statistics
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Str 16, Dex 15, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 13, Cha 8
Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 16 (20 vs. bull rush, 20 vs. trip)
Feats Power Attack
Traits blooded, reactionary, roll with it, zest for battle
Skills Acrobatics +2 (-2 to jump), Appraise +1 (+3 to assess nonmagical metals or gemstones), Climb +3, Knowledge (nature) +5, Perception +5 (+7 to notice unusual stonework), Survival +5 (+7 to track vs. humanoids of the Giant subtype); Racial Modifiers +2 Appraise to assess nonmagical metals or gemstones, +2 Perception to notice unusual stonework
Languages Common, Dwarven, Giant
SQ big game hunter, family ties, giant hunter
Other Gear lamellar (horn) armor, cestus, dagger (3), dwarven longaxe, backpack, bandolier, belt pouch, blanket, crowbar, flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), pot, soap, trail rations (5), waterskin, 7 gp, 6 sp
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Special Abilities
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Big Game Hunter (Ex) +1 to hit and +1 dodge bonus to AC vs foes larger than self.
Blooded You receive a +1 trait bonus on weapon damage rolls against giants, goblins, and orcs.
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.
Family Ties Not fulfilling family requests: -2 penalty on all Wis and Cha based ability & skill checks (DC 20 Will negates).
Giant Hunter +1 to attack/+2 to tracking Gain a bonus to attack and tracking vs. Giants.
Greed +2 to Appraise to determine price of nonmagic goods with precious metals or gemstones.
Power Attack -1/+2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage.
Rage (8 rounds/day) (Ex) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged.
Roll With It (2/day) Negate critical hit from giantish foe.
Stonecunning +2 +2 bonus to Perception vs. unusual stonework. Free check within 10 feet.
Zest for Battle When gain morale bonus to weapon attack, also gain +1 trait bonus to damage.

Background:
Balic sat in a chair, drink in one hand, a curious object in another. Newly found, he has yet to find its purpose, but for the moment it’s keeping his idle hand busy as he drinks away the sadness. Leaning back in his chair, putting his feet up on the fine oaken table, hoping that the bartender or one of his fool bouncers would be dumb enough to make a comment about the mud his boots are now spreading across his side. No one seems to care at this moment, so taking another deep draw from the mug he continues to star off, remember how he got to this place and this silver key that has no known lock.

3 Days Ago……

The metal rang with a dull sound as Balic’s hammer worked the still glowing metal into he hoped a usable axe head this time. With sweat pouring forth, he had been glad for the leather strap he had wrapped around his to keep it out of his grey blue eyes. A moment later, another stroke the sound blending with others in the forge area of his clan’s holdings, music to him as it had been for all his life. Seeing that the metal was cooling, he placed it back into the forge, knowing that it would need a few moments to be workable again. Placing he tongs and hammer down, Balic steps back from his anvil to survey how the others were doing.

His cousins and clan allies working the forge this morning were busy on whatever project they seem to have, but that was what he was really looking for. After a moment of searching, he finally heard what he was looking for. A steady beat of a hammer, but this stood out as it was producing a different sound, mostly due to the material that was being worked on. In this forge, only the Masters got to work with that material, and right now there was only one in the shop. The old man himself, clan head and master forger, Balicnar of the Steelclaws. His grandfather and namesake, Balic worked his way through the growing crowd as the other apprentices noticed what was going on. With a bit of elbow work, and a well-placed foot, he was in the front of the crowd.
As he watched, his grandfather deftly worked his way with the star metal. Having worked with the stuff for most of his adult life. Balicnar had gained speed to go along with his precision. To the point where the man could forge weapons in a matter of days and armor in weeks, instead of months. It seemed, this day his grandfather had decided to work on a repairing an old item of his. His famed star metal claws, his preferred weapon in battle. With quick motions, dents were mended and tips were sharpened. With a final smirk, he dons his weapon.

All right laddies, he says with a laugh. We got word there’s a raiding party of goblin’s in the area, so were taking out the initiates, so get your gear and lets go.

As the next day past, Balic and the other initiates join I the patrols. Moving into smaller squads as the signs show the raiding party did so as well. Either by chance or a bit of favoritism, Balic was part of the patrol that his grandfather. It was the early into the night, the watch had been set and Balic was grabbing a bit to eat when his grandfather showed up to sit down next to him.

Evening lad, how are ya? His grandfather had a smile on his face and a couple travel cups of ale in his hands. You’ve done well this past few days lad, I’ve been keeping an eye on you, he says as he passing you a cup.

Thanks Old Man, Balic says with a smirk, So what do you say, think we’ll find those goblins tomorrow?

Balicnar is about to replay, when there’s a crashing noise coming from the forest. With that, one of the watch sounds a battle horn. To arms you salty beards, seems those fools got the drop on us, imitates to the center. The rest of you form up, and let the beast out.

As the goblins amassed and the seasoned warriors fell into a battle. Balic noticed his grandfather fall into the rage his line is known for. His grandfather, one of the strongest Bear Warriors of the Clan. As the rage takes over, his starmetal claws extend as his own claws grow.

By my ancestors and the sacred bear! As he charged in, the crashing noise in the forest finally made it way into the camp. With a roar a hill giant comes charging into the clearing swinging a mighty tree as a club. With each swing it takes out many a goblin and dwarf alike. His grandfather took one look at the creature and with a snarl charged in. The creature took a swing but was unsuccessful, giving his grandfather took the opportunity to close in, slashing behind the knee. With a howl it fell to its knee, howling more. As the battle wore on, Balic could do nothing but stare as his grandfather was like a bear incarnate. All claws and teeth, tearing pieces from the creature. With a rage all its own. The creature stood, bringing Balicnar up with it. With a clawed hand sunk deep into the creature, Balicnar continued to tear into its flesh. Never noticing the second one coming up behind him.

With a blood curling howl, the second hill giant swung its own club smashing Balicnar off its companion. Balic barely able to understand, watched as his grandfather flies off into the woods only to hear a load sickening thud end his flight. Over the next several moments an unprecedented rage took over Balic. Now Balic has fought with a battle rage before, hell as an initiate into the bear warriors he was taught to fight that way, but this was far deeper. As he fell into the rage, the goblins pressed into the warriors as one of them pushed past the main line and charged at him he was unable to react. Its rusted blade, cut into his face marking a nice jagged line under his left eye, but there was not pain.

It didn’t matter, with a howl that caused the creature to stagger back he drew his great axe around, cleaving the creature in half before rushing into the fight with the others there. Lost in the rage he had no idea where he was heading until he found himself along and in front of the first hill giant, this one still badly hurt was a minor stop as Balic swung his axe around, opening up it stomach to have it guts spill forth. Without a second glace, he waded into the battle again, this time knowing that he was looking for the other. It seemed that this one had plans to finish off his grandfather, for he finally found it fighting a battered, broken dwarf. After a moment he realized it was his grandfather. With a howled OLD MAN!!!!, NOOOOO!!!!!

He watched as again this creature swung its tree trunk club into the dwarf, causing it to slam into the tree next to him. With an exhausted look, he stayed where he fell. With a glance towards Balic, his lips started to move, but bloody forth and a coughing fit were all that seemed to escape. With a final scream, Balic charged into the fray.
What happened next is a bloody haze. Balic came to after a minute to find the creature at his feet, covered in large wounds, most likely from his axe. Dead with a cleaved skull, Balic still holding a fist of hair with bloody scalp still attached in one hand, his axe in what seems to a broken arm. Goblins seemed to be fleeing, but that was all a blur. Dropping everything, he rushed to his grandfather, fearing the worst.
Falling to his knees next to him, he found that the old man was still breathing. With a barely understood scream, he called for one of the healers with them.

Quiet boy, his grandfather croaked, there’s nothing that can be done. A coughing fit ensues and again Balic calls for a healer.
Fool boy, there’s nothing to be done, the rage is ending and my life with it. So pay attention, With another coughing he finds the breath to continue. Around my neck is an item that has haunted me most of my adult life, take it. I never found what it was for, but what I did find is that I think I was its next guardian in line for its protection. Another fit, this time Balic noticed that his grandfather never get a full breath. Take it Balic and find your path, I only wish I would be there in person and not just spirit…..take …care….laa….d

With a final exhale, Balicnar left this world…..

The next hours where a blur, the rest of the patrols closed in on the camp, cleaning up what was left. It was first light when the call went up that they were clear, but it was also then that Balic and the rest noticed that his grandfather’s prised weapons were missing. This was dark times, as Balic knew that his grandfather would not rest until they were recovered. As the morning passed, they prepared a mourning march for the fallen, his grandfather’s body in the fore front. As kin, Balic was honor bound to help carry the body. It was a dark morning, even with it being a fair day.

As they brought the body to the clan household, Balic had shed tears openly. Unabashed by them, once they body was placed in the mourning hall, Balic took the moment to retrieve the item his grandfather had mentioned. Finding a small pouch, he collected it without comment or looking at it. As the family gathered and the mourning rites were started. Balic passed words that he would be away till the morrow. With that he found himself at one of the few inns in the hold, with its mix of races, he hoped to blend in.

It wasn’t until he was in his second mug that he remembered the pouch. Opening it he found a folded parchment with something hidden within. Opening it he found a silver key and short message on the parchment. With a sobering thought he realized it was from his grandfather and for him.

Lad, if your reading this I’m gone… Don’t worry I’m sure it was in battle and that’s all that mattered to this “old man”. Now listen, I received this key when I was about your age. It came with a warning and a message of its own. First the message was that I would not find the lock it was for, not believing it, I spent a good deal looking for at anyways. The message was that I was to look out for the next holder, with what I found, I believe you’re it. Now worry not about me, I’m with the Great Bear Spirit. Take care lad,
Old man

Knowing not what to do, Balic leans back. Curious about the key and thoughts recalling the last couple days.

Great big bears, a childhood saying that stuck with him. What have ye gotten me into Old Man with a final swig of his mug, Balic gets up and heads out. What have you gotten me into. are the last thoughts as he leaves the inn.

Description:
As a just into adulthood dwarf, Balic finds his bear finally starting to get some length. A dirty blonde in coloring, it a touch lighter then his hair. Mostly due to the fact it gets more sun. Dressed in either apprentice garb or his armor he seems out of place when found to have to dress differently. Small scars criss cross his hands from the hard work of his youth and the battle training his clan puts him through. Its most notably the newer scar under his left eye that draws attention. But when people get past that, his grey blue eyes seem to hold a stormy look to them. Giving him a cold look.