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Hmmm. Didn't receive a message, so I'm guessing I wasn't one of the ones selected. Ah, well. Have fun everyone.

Drex smiles, a smile that is somewhat unnerving. He pulls a cord on his peacebound battleaxe and it comes free from his pack into his hand. Gripping it fiercely, he exits the tavern, ready for action.

"Dunno what ya just said, greenie, but I liked th' sound o' it." Drex says, with genuine appreciation (and that is no small matter from a dwarf to an orc).

"Drex, son of Balock, son of Gunder, son of Urgeth, of clan Thunderhall. But ye can be callin' me Drex. If'n ye'd like ta buy me an ale, I won't refuse," the dwarf says, pointedly ignoring the fact that it was the wayang, and not he, being addressed.

"Well, I speak the tongue o' me kin and the common language, and that's all I ever needed," Drex remarks aloud. "I kin order an ale in just about any tavern, an' more 'an that, I dinna need to know."

"Yeah, what he said," Drex waves a hand at the wayang. He hadn't understood a word of it, of course, but he wasn't about to let his ignorance show.

"Hatte nicht die Absicht es, Bruder! Ich bin nur hier, um das Bier zu genießen!" He says cheerfully, with a broad smile.

He helps himself to a hearty slice of cheese.

"Aber jetzt, wenn der Grünhäute oder spitzen Ohren beginnt etwas, das ist eine ganz andere Sache jetzt, nicht wahr?" His tone is somewhat darker, but he is still smiling.

"Stubborn and zee... zeeno... whatever ye said, aye, pointy-ears! And with good reason. And stalwart as well, 'tis true! Ye'll find no truer friend or ally than a dwarf! And while I've no more love for the greenskins than me kin, if the likes of him should prove loyal and stand with me agin' his kin," he indicates the orc, "I'd even give me life for him as well."

The doors swing wide to admit a barrel-chested dwarf with a tightly-braided beard and two eyes like green emeralds. He has checked his long-handled axe at the gate, but still wears a double-bladed battle axe on his back. He glances about the room and says aloud (to no one in particular), "You can always tell a human town; they let anything wander through the gates." His eyes linger on the orc, especially.

"Barkeep! I'll have some of whatever swill passes for drink in this burg!" He takes a table with his back to a wall, facing the door.

I can post at least daily and I am very much into role-playing, as opposed to roll-playing.

Drex Bloodmonger would like to volunteer his services to this group.

Drex Bloodmonger
Male dwarf barbarian (drunken rager) 1 (Pathfinder Player Companion: Alchemy Manual)
CN Medium humanoid (dwarf)
Init +1; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 14, touch 11, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +1 Dex)
hp 16 (1d12+4)
Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +0; +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 dwarven longaxe +5 (1d12+4/×3) or
. . dwarven waraxe +4 (1d10+3/×3)
Special Attacks hatred, rage (7 rounds/day)
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Statistics
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Str 16, Dex 12, Con 17, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 6
Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 15 (19 vs. bull rush, 19 vs. trip)
Feats Weapon Focus (dwarven longaxe)
Traits giantslayer scion, ruthless
Skills Acrobatics -2 (-6 to jump), Appraise +0 (+2 to assess nonmagical metals or gemstones), Intimidate +2, Perception +4 (+6 to notice unusual stonework), Survival +4, Swim +4; Racial Modifiers +2 Appraise to assess nonmagical metals or gemstones, +2 Perception to notice unusual stonework
Languages Common, Dwarven
SQ drunken rage
Other Gear studded leather, dwarven longaxe, dwarven waraxe, backpack, belt pouch, blanket, flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), pot, soap, torch (10), trail rations (5), waterskin, 36 gp
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Special Abilities
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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.
Drunken Rage (Ex) Spend drunken rage point to increase duration of rage or movement by 20'.
Giantslayer Scion No penalty to Intimdate vs. giants and +1 trait bonus to DC of fear-based effects vs. giants.
Greed +2 to Appraise to determine price of nonmagic goods with precious metals or gemstones.
Hatred +1 Gain a racial bonus to attacks vs Goblinoids/Orcs.
Rage (7 rounds/day) (Ex) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged.
Ruthless You gain a +1 trait bonus on attack rolls to confirm critical hits.
Stonecunning +2 +2 bonus to Perception vs. unusual stonework. Free check within 10 feet.
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Drex is what some people would call a barbarian, but among his own people, he is a member of an elite class of warrior; the battlerager. Battleragers throw themselves into combat with heedless abandon, gleefully charging in against impossible odds, relying on their natural toughness and vitality to keep them alive.

Even as a child, Drew thrilled to exploits of his grandfather, also a battlerager, and he knew that when he grew up, such was his destiny. He was rougher than other children his age, and even playful fights often ended with broken bones and terrible bruises. As he grew older Drex grew more and more wild. By the time he reached adulthood, he was shunned by most members of the clan.

When he fights, he seems to lose all control, tearing into his foes with tenacity fueled by abject rage. Like many battleragers, Drex partakes of a potent brew called gutshaker, a blend of fermented goats milk and hard liquor. When not in combat, Drex is boisterous and talkative, always looking for his next challenge.