I played this guy for a short time in a Kirthfinder game. It was cool for sure.
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This is actually a blessing in disguise for me, as I'm feeling the exact same way! I'll be dropping out as well. I'm beginning to DM a game, and it's taking a lot of time. On top of that I've got a lot of RL stuff heating up at the moment taking up time. I'd still like to try kirthfinder some day, but I guess this isn't the time.
Bronn will stow his axe at the mention of food. I'm starving! He follows the performers saying, "I'd love some food! Thank you so much. Do you want to hear my song? I like to sing." If he sees any food, he will wait until everyone is sat down, and then immediately start eating like he has never had a meal before. He doesn't stop eating until all the food offered is gone.
Yes, smaller weapons do less damage. Unfortunately :(
So quick to trust. Bronn will lower his axe, resting the head on the ground in front of him. He will rest both hands on the pommel and continue to smile broadly, "Don't worry little ones, we won't hurt you unless you are bad. We're soldiers." He waves at the three children, "Hello babies!"
Bronn shifts to holding his axe one handed behind his back, in a pitiful attempt to hide it. He smiles broadly and asks, "Is this better Min?"
Time: Before we set out, an hour before dawn When Bronn arrives at the meeting place to find Valan and Gordis already there, he is overjoyed to see the dog. He will spend the time waiting for the others petting him and playing fetch if Valan doesn't object. Time: During journey Bronn often sings silly little songs as they journey. Most involve animals and don't last more than one or two lines before trailing off into humming. Once they reach the wagons he will grin at the bright colors.
"No need LT, I can pack my own things." He says proudly. "I will carry whatever I can for you LT, no problem. See you in the morning everybody!" he says before snapping off a salute in the manner of an enthusiastic child and strutting off to get everything in order and tell his adoptive father about his cool new assignment. He will be ready in the yard an hour before dawn the next day, fully armored and geared up.
Uh oh, da Major didn't like my song. Bronn meekly follows the others outside, once there he stops and asks, "How did the north wind kill a blackbird? Why is that bad? How come the wood elves don't want us to kill the goblins?" He looks thoroughly confused. "What you want me to do Lt?" He asks looking to Kelgan for direction.
I was making fun of this song Imma be.
"I can do other stuffs too. I don't really like to hit things, it's not nice. But, there are so many bad men that make me hit them by doing bad things. I like to sing songs, see, listen." Bronn tucks his elbows in at the waist and holds his hands outward like little wings before launching into a song...
"I'ma bee, I'ma bee, I'ma I'ma I'ma bee..."
Oops, my bad. Bronn likes dogs so he totally would have spent a couple minutes in the hallway petting him.
Bronn stands at attention the whole time the major is talking (if the ceiling is high enough). Bronn's eyes go wide, and flick to Kelgan for a moment when he hears that he will be under the command of the hill dwarf. But he's so small, and the hill dwarves always cause trouble! When the Major finishes his briefing Bronn will snap off a smart salute and say, "Yes sir!" Turning to Kelgan he simply stands there staring at him, apparently waiting to be told what to do.
Bronn stares at the newcomer curiously. Nice axe. Hmmm...this one okay. after a moment of staring, he smiles broadly and holds out a ham sized hand "I'm Bronn or Mountain, both okay." he says. "Don't worry Algar Little-Axe, you not late. Da Major is still hiding in his room." Bronn forgets he was supposed to be shaking hands, and points at the door across the waiting room.
To be confronted by so many words seems to have taken Bronn momentarily aback. He blinks several times before answering, "Nope. I dunno nothing. Hullo, Min. You can call me Mountain or Bronn, both okay." he says, smiling. Maybe she's not scary afterall. Big words though. After replying to Min, Bronn cups both his massive hands around his mouth and shouts at a volume that leaves everyone's ears ringing, at the interior door across the room.
When Podrick approached Bronn, he found the giant man chopping firewood. Bronn would grab a thick log, some more than two feet across, and wrestle them into place before splitting them with a single overhead blow from his massive axe. He hummed cheerily as he worked, and judging by the massive pile of split wood and the torrents of sweat dripping off his enormous shirtless frame, he had been at it for some time. There was a small group of children standing off to the side of the yard, watching him in amazement. It takes him a moment to notice the small aide standing behind him, and he nearly catches Podrick with the backswing of his axe. At Pod's yelp, Bronn turns towards him and exclaims in a thunderous bass, "Oh! Hullo little man. I didn't see you there." He listens to the orders Podrick has for him and says "Okay. Thanks." before walking over to where the children are standing and upending a water barrel over his head. The torrents of sweat, dust and water scatter the now screaming children. Bronn laughs heartily as he watches them scurry away. Little monkies. -----
The torchlight from the hallway is momentarily blocked out, as the massive warrior is forced to turn sideways to squeeze through the doorframe. The man now standing hunched over before them easily tops seven feet, and his shoulders are nearly twice as wide as the doorway. He is wearing a simple unlaced linen shirt, and knee-length breeches. His feet are bare and hairy, as is the rest of his exposed flesh. He looks dubiously at the benches along the walls, before settling down onto the floor and saying, "Hullo. I'm Bronn." He studies each of them carefully in turn. As his eyes take in Min's claws and crossbow they narrow considerably. She looks fragile, and scary. He turns to look at Valen and Gordis and smiles broadly. Ooh, doggy! Finally he takes in Kelgan and an involuntary sneer crosses his face. Hill dwarf? Blech, devious little apes... Apparently finished with his inspection, he asks no one in particular "Where's da major?"
Checking in, I'll post in gameplay once I've caught up on the discussion and read the opener in a little bit.
Okay, I understand now. Here are my rolls. Social Class:
I will adjust equipment accordingly. I couldn't find how much more large versions of items cost and weigh. Do you know? Edit: Okay, I will do double weight and cost.
Here is my submission's alias (Jelani). All the stats are in the profile (as is an image), I went with a big dumb fighter because it's been a while since I played one, and didn't want anything complex with a new ruleset to worry about. I made his Social Status 8, because that's a private in the military. The 1 I rolled would make me a slave. The Kirthfinder stuff also didn't really have prices for items so I went with standard prices. I went a few gold over, but am still quite a bit less than a normal Pathfinder fighter would start with. Character Background:
Bronn was born somewhere in the mountains of North Estren to a slave mother and a hill giant father. Captured in a raid, his mother was held against her will and forced to wait on the giant's every need. Shortly after Bronn was born, a patrol from Fenrift Keep happened upon the giant's lair and killed him. His mother was killed trying to escape during the battle, but her dying wish was for the military to take her son and raise him. The Lieutenant took pity on the woman, and knowing of the great size and strength of half-giants promised her to care for her babe. Bronn's adoptive father was always kind to him, despite his lack of intelligence. The other children always teased him, but he was so large that none dared actually accost him. Besides, he was too dull witted to mind overmuch. By age 12 he was as large as most men and began his training with the military. He has since grown into a respected soldier. Though not one for words, he is perceptive, loyal and kind to a fault. It may take him a while to grasp something complex, but once he does he acts on it with conviction. Appearance:
Bronn is a veritable mountain of a man, thus his nick-name. Standing almost eight feet tall, it is obvious that he has giant blood. His shoulders are as broad as an ox and his hands are the size of Christmas hams. His dark brown, wavy hair falls down loosely around his mailed shoulders. His craggy, handsome face is complemented by a full beard. Strapped across his back is a double bladed axe that is as big as a grown man. It looks like such an immense weapon could not be wielded by a man of lesser stature. As you approach for a better look, an overpowering musky stench like that of a sweating wild animal assaults your nostrils. He looks at you vacantly before smiling and waving. Character Outline: He will be an archetypal big dumb fighter. I will probably take some levels in the half-giant paragon class, other than that stick with fighter. He will be extremely loyal to the military and his friends and do anything to protect them. He's not ambitious, and mostly allows other people who have plans and stuff to tell him what to do (long as it's not bad). Though he is big and dumb, I am not. He won't be constantly doing stupid things and getting everyone killed, and I plan on roleplaying him with as much dept as possible if selected.
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