Griff Stonefist's page

[oo]3 + 1/2 level per day[/ooc]

Bleeding Attack: +1d4 bleed damage on unarmed attack
Blind Fight: reroll misses due to concealment, don't lose dex to AC against invisible attacker
Cleave: if you hit, attack another enemy adjacent to first enemy
Combat Reflexes: dex mod additional attacks of opportunity
Weapon Focus: +1 to attack

Half-Orc
Favoured class (brawler): +1/4 level on unarmed damage chart
Darkvision 60 ft
Sacred Tattoo: +1 all saves
City Raised: +2 knowledge (local), proficient with whip and longsword
Intimidating: +2 intimidate

Brawler
Brawler's cunning: don't need 13 int. For feats
Martial Flexibility 4/day
Improved unarmed as a monk

Traits
Quain Martial Artist: +1 unarmed damage
Indomitable Faith: +1 will saves
Feats
Power Attack

Adventuring Skills
Skills per level: 4

Acrobatics: 7 (3 class, 3 dex, 1 rank)
Bluff: -1 (-1 cha)
Climb: 4 (4 str)
Disable Device: 3 (3 dex)
Escape Artist: 3 (3 dex)
Fly: 3 (3 dex)
Intimidate: 5 (3 class, -1 cha, 1 rank, 2 race)
Knowledge(Local): 6 (3 class, 1 rank, 2 race)
Perception: 5 (3 class, 1 wis, 1 rank)
Ride: 3 (3 dex)
Sense Motive: 1 (1 wis)
Sleight of hand: 3 (3 dex)
Stealth: 3 (3 dex)
Swim: 4 (4 str)

Background Skills
Knowledge(Geography): 1 (1 rank)
Sleight of Hand 4 (3 dex, 1 rank)

ACP: -4 (-2 chain shirt, -2 heavy shield)

42gp
Cestus (5g)(1 lb)
Cold Weather Outfit (7 lb)
Fighter's kit (9g)(29 lb)
Small Tent (10g(20 lb)
Chain Shirt (100g)(25 lb)
Snowshoes (5g)(4 lb)
Dagger (2g)(1 lb)
Heavy Wooden Shield (7g)(10 lb)

Total Weight Carried: 96 lb (light load)
Carrying Capacity: light: 100, medium: 101-200, heavy: 201-300

Well, I’ve spent me whole life on the road. I ain’t never been one for a normal day job: don’t like bein’ tied down, y’see. It’s almost a routine by now; I get to a town, do a few odd jobs fer who needs it, don’t show up a few times ‘cause I’m hung over or still drunk, an’ I get fired. O’course this jus’ pisses me off so I blow me money in the tavern, get into a scrap ‘er two, an’ get run outta town after I beat up a few too many glass-jawed locals. That’s what happened in Luskan, and why I’m here in this little hole of a town called Targos.

Where’m I from? Crap, ain’t you a nosy one? Didn’t I just tell ye I’m from everywhere? Oh well, s’long as you keep the ale comin’ I can keep the tale comin’. Heh, that rhymed. I should be a bard or somethin’. This shithole could use one, it’d liven the place up. What was I sayin’? Right, me mom and dad was both half-orcs like me – I didn’t come about from no rape or nothin’ like you hear about sometimes. Anyways, it was a long way from here, a place called Vaasa, you ever heard of it? No? Well, like I said, it’s a long ways off. Pretty much due east of here, I think. Gets cold, but nothing like this place. Anyways, like I was sayin’, I been on the road since I was old enough to get away from me bastard father. You think I drink a lot? Ha! I can’t hold a candle to that old man, and I ain’t near as ornery a drunk as what he is either.

So anyway, I left pretty young – headed south, like any sane person would’a done. It’s hard to find a place to fit in, though, for a half-orc like meself. I must’a passed through near every city and town on the whole of Faerun before I made me way to Luskan. I can’t even name ‘em all, it’s been so many. The big ones, o’course, like waterdeep and neverwinter. Memnon, Calimport, I been to ‘em all. And now I’m here. Sitting in a creaky little tavern in a cold little town, drinking warm ale while the wind howls outside the door. Hells, gimme another ale, a story like mine’d drive anyone to drink.

Griff is tall and imposing, nearly six and a half feet tall and 230 pounds of corded muscle. His orcish blood is evident in the mild greenish tinge to his skin and slightly oversized canine teeth. Small beady black eyes glare out from under a heavy brow. A shaved head and slightly pointed ears finish the aggressive look he presents to the world.

While he earned his nickname Gruff honestly, he can also be quite friendly as long as he isn't challenged. He enjoys a drink at the end of the day, or the beginning for that matter. He's spent his life alone on the road so what he longs for more than anything is a place to belong, and people to belong with.