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Davinia Binghammer
Female Dwarf Stone Oracle
Middle Aged NG Medium Sized
Init +1
 Perception +4
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Defense
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AC: 15 touch 11 flat-footed 14
HP: 9
Saves:Fort 0 Ref +1 Will +0
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Attack 
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Speed 20 ft. 
Melee
--Dagger +3 (1d4/20)
--Dwarven Dorn Dergar +2 to +5(2d8+4(+7)x2)

Special Attacks
Ranged point blank shot+dex+Rock Thrower+Divine Favor(x2 Fate's Favored)+Bless
--Rock+4 to +7(2d4+4(+7)x2, 20ft to 100ft range) 

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Stats
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Str 16 Dex 14 Con 11 Int 8 Wis 10 Cha 12
Base Atk +0; CMB +4; CMD 15

Feats: Point Blank shot, Uncanny Dodge
Traits Giantblooded, Fate's Favored
MysteryStone
Revelation: Rock Thrower
Curse: Powerless Prophecy

Skills
-Perception 4
-Knowledge Religion 4
-Diplomacy 6

Languages: Dwarven, Common,
Special Abilities:

Gear: Hide Shirt 20gp
Armored Kilt 20gp
Pathfinder Kit 12gp
Chalk
Dwarven Dorn Dergar 50gp
Gil Hammer Throw Glove
Dagger 2gp

Spells
Cantrips: Create Water, Enhanced Diplomacy, Stabilize, Resistance
1st level:(3perday) Bless, Divine Favor[/b]

Davinia only ever wanted two things in life;
A big family comprised of a sturdy husband wielding a magnificently curly beard who could provide her with litter of beautiful hairy babies AND to win the first place Brass Crown at the Tri-regional-cavern Mountaintoss Championships.

Now 125 years old, she boasts three crowns, six medals, and WarChief BrittleBeard's white Lionmane Tunic. But alas, no new clan. This was not for lack of desire but the Stone Giant blooded Dwarf felt a preternatural omen she's possessed deep inside her since she came of age. A warning from the Earth Seer Fandarra, who whispers Davinia's fate through the very stones she wields. The words foretell that she will face a distant giant relative in battle and one or the other will die.

Davinia came to terms with her fate years ago but feels that having a family would be a selfish endeavor, if she is to leave this world so suddenly. But now that she's reached middle age, and her biological clock ticking away, she has decided to meet her fate. After years of carrying the message of her diety via her occupation, she has grown weary of currying favor with her god in the hopes that she'll relent on the prophecy. Either she'll meet her end or she'll keep putting down giants until she the whispers cease. Being contacted by the clanless Dwarf, having community celebrity join the cause made sense and provides an opportunity to take on as many giants as possible.

Davinia is an athlete past her prime who has started to feel her age. She carries a mild diva complex from being treated as a living folk hero for her achievements in sport, though this results in more of a sense of a go-getter sense of entitlement. Her zeal for accomplishing her goals is unparalleled and makes her a bit reckless, often leaping before thinking. Though she is used to tackling tasks on her own, she is aware that she is no longer living in her glory days and can't afford to pass up the opportunity to recieve help. Like most dwarves, she loves Ale and has an inclination to overindulge, often to forget her woes. Practiced in speeches and statecraft from all her public appearances, this style of diplomacy is more atune to Dwarf-kind. She also possesses an affinity for stone, rich and the earth despite her begrudging disapproval of her destiny. The stone whispers have often encouraged her and is partially to thank for her athletic supremacy. She possess a love hate relation with her Goddess. The stone protects but it never relents. She carries this truth

Davinia is tall for most dwarves standing at a whopping 4'7, her imposing figure is
exacerbated by her athletic musculature. Her hair is long and the color of Ale, blonde ontop but flows to the tips as a soft brown. Her face is a little worn indicating her age. Smile lines are a bit more prominent and her hair bears flecks of occasional grey. Her cheeks are covered in blonde muttonchops as befitting a proper female Dwarf. She wears a white hide tunic with a collar made of lions mane. She also has an armored kilt made of a thick cloth skirt with bars of steel hanging down from the waist and a ring of horizontal steel plates just above the hem. Wrapped around her waist hangs an oversized chain-flail with an iron skillet on the end of it.Her skin is pale and resembles marble, hinting at her Stone-Giant Heritage.