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Full Name |
Brother Guiness | Condition: |
Race |
| Melee +16/+11/+6 Warhammer+1: 1d8+1d6+17, +8 Cold Iron Dwarven Boulder Headbutt 1d4+6, Smash (DS Only) +9/1d4+7, Ranged +15/+10/+5 Thrown Hammer 1d4+5 | CMB: +16 | |
Classes/Levels |
Perception +16, Sense Motive +5, Acrobatics +4 (+6 Balance,+5 Jump), Climb +4, Handle Animal +3, Dungeoneering/Engineering +4, Religion/Nature/Geography/History/Nobility +1, Linguistics +3, Metalcraft +19, Survival +5, Swim +4, Soldier +11 |
Gender |
Male Dwarf | LG Fighter 8 Stalwart Defender 4 | Speed 20 | Initiative +2 | AC: 31 (Touch 17), DR 3/- | Hp: 144 | Fort: +13, Reflex +7, Will +10 (+2 vs. Fear, +2 vs. Poison, Spell, Spell-like) | CMD: 33 (+2 Disarm, +4 Bull Rush, Trip) | |
Size |
Medium |
Age |
75 |
Special Abilities |
Darkvision |
Alignment |
Lawful Good |
Deity |
Torag |
Location |
Native of Janderhoff |
Languages |
Common, Dwarven |
Occupation |
Mercenary |
Strength |
17 |
Dexterity |
14 |
Constitution |
18 |
Intelligence |
10 |
Wisdom |
12 |
Charisma |
8 |
About Brother_Guiness
Born into a family of dwarven brewers in the Janderhoff Mountains, Brother Guiness was the second born of 4 brothers. Although named for his father's favorite brew, Guiness did not follow in the family business but instead chose a martial path. Joining the militia, he spent many long days and nights fighting the orc barbarians on the desert steppes and the goblin sappers in the deepest tunnels, and Guiness became inured to extremes of heat and cold. After completing his deployment, Guiness decided to become a professional mercenary. His parents gave him parting gifts to speed him on his way--his mother gave him the ancestral siccatite Warhammer "Dragonfist", made famous in the hands of his great, great, grandmother Garnet, a Warpriestess of Torag. His father, of course, gave him a cask of their best brew. Months later, Guiness found himself alone on the road to Sandpoint to deliver the last few barrels of Janderhoff ale in time for the Swallowtail Festival--the rest of the caravan guards stayed in Magnimar. To his shame, Guiness didn't notice the Goblin ambush until it was too late! Now a prisoner of the filthy creatures, Guiness waits for death or rescue...Perhaps these "Sandpoint Six" he has heard of could be of some help?
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