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About Braddock Stonebrow

About Braddock Stonebrow
Braddock Stonebrow

Dwarf Drunken Master Monk 1
LG medium humanoid (Dwarf)
Dex+2. ; Senses Perception +6, Darkvision
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DEFENSE
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AC 15, touch 15, flat-footed 15 (+0 armor, +2 Dex, +1 doge AC+2 Wisdom AC)+4 agaisnt giants)
hp 15 (1d8+con+3 from toughness)
Fort +6(8 against Poison), Ref +4, Will +4
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OFFENSE
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Spd: 20ft.
Melee: Fists+2(+1 against goblins and orcs) (1d6+2/x2), Siangham+2 (1d6+2/x2), Kama+2 (1d6+2/x2)
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Ranged: (3) Chackram+2(+1 against goblins and orcs) (1d8+2/x2) 30 ft
Special Attacks: Stunning Fist, Flurry of Blows .

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STATISTICS
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Str 14, Dex 14, Con 18, Int 8, Wis 14, Cha 8
Comeliness ?
Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 16 (20 Vs Trip and Bullrush)
Feats: Improved unarmed Strike, Dodge, Toughness, Stunning Fist, Flurry of Blows
Traits: Restless Wayfarer (+1 knowledge geography and local+ Knowledge Local as class skill)
Skills: Acrobatics (6), Perception (6), Profession:Brewer (6), Sense Motive (6).
Armor Check Penalty: 0
Languages Common, Dwarvin, Terran .
SQ: Monk Wisdom Bonus
Gear: Hip Flask, Winter Cloths, Artisan’s Brewer’s Kit (Iron Pot,a small box of yeast vials, yeast traps, a Bucket , Distillery Equipment, bottles (10)), Monk’s Kit (Blanket, Belt Pouch, Backpack, rope, soap, trail rations (5 days)) Flint and Steel, 7 pint bottles of White River Brandy, an ink pen,10 sheets of paper, and one unfinished book.
Encumbrance: LIGHT: 58 MEDIUM: 116 HEAVY: 175
CURRENT:30.5 (light)
Coin: 6 gp
60 sp
Backstory
There was once a foulmouthed drunk of a dwarf that worked in one of the most prestigious mines in the region of the Inner Sea: Rust Rock Chasm; as it was so full of metals that the rocks were permanently stained with rust. Braddock Stonebrow was one of the best ore seekers, capable of finding deposits where none would bother excavating; which is pretty much the only reason he managed to hold onto his job. However, after an incident involving half a keg of mead, a pipe, several tons of ordinance, a canary, a stowaway kobold, a wandering bulette, a love pentangle involving two dwarvin couples, and a ham sandwich he was promptly cast out. His temperament foul and reputation poor, he couldn’t even hold a job cleaning bedpans at a ramshackle inn. For a couple years he was a street drunk unable to rub two coppers together. One day at a local tavern he heard the tales of the legendary Blue Mountain Monastery of Tian Xia; world renowned for its legendary brews. Braddock, with his love of alcohol second to nothing else, made an oath: he would find the monastery and seek oblivion in their rich spirits and ales. It was a very long and dangerous trek; many, many years were spent on the road to the monastery. Braddock ran, walked, stumbled, passed out, hitched rides, worked, stole, begged, bribed, ate, slept, drinked, dranked, and drunk his way to the monastery. Of course, they monks there turned away the smelly, gaunt, foulmouthed thing that lurched its way to the door demanding access to their beer. Not having any of it, Braddock decided to just sit right in front of the monastery’s gateway; all the while nursing a barrel of rice beer. For three days the monks ignored him, and for three days Braddock refused to budge; at least until he passed out on the fourth day. One of the young initiates took pity on the dwarf and dragged him in; feeding him broth and water for two days until he regained consciousness. The monks asked why he was so insistent on drinking their brews. Braddock said that brew was all that he had left; and that he wished to cast off his mortal coil in a shower of alcohol. Being kind natured, the monks offered him an alternative choice: rather than drink to seek oblivion, we can teach you to drink to seek enlightenment; on the condition that you learn to control the brew rather than let it control you. Braddock readily agreed and was initiated into the order of brew masters as Brother Beerblood; after being forced to bath for several hours and sit in a stream box for a day. Even after all that, Braddock still smelled like bad cheese and stale beer; and still smells to this day.

Appearance: Relatively short, burly, bald on the head with a long beard the color of mead, with skin rough as sandpaper and as tan as a Barley Lager. He don’s a simple silk robe and wool undergarments (for the purpose of this campaign he is wearing a full set of yaks wool winter clothes); seeming to carry nothing but a large backpack. The air around him is permeated with a thick cloud of stale alcohol and blue cheese.

Personality: gruff, dull, stubborn, yet patient and insightful; Braddock prefers the company of fellow drinkers. Despite all the years of training as a monk he remains wary, albeit calm, around orcs and goblins. He prefers drink to fighting; offering his skills as a brewer to help bridge hostilities and distrust; believing that good drink and food can help solve most social problems. On the subject of brew recipes; he will doggedly, yet kindly, pursue until the person yields their recipe.