Racial Modifiers:
Ancient Enmity: +1 racial bonus to attack rolls vs. Humanoid (elves).
Craftsman: +2 racial bonus to craft/profession in regards to stone or metal.
Deep Warrior: +2 AC and +2 grapple vs. aberration.
Hardy: +2 to saves vs. poison, spells or spell-like-abilities.
Stability: +4 to CMD resisting bullrush or trip.
Stonecunning: +2 perception vs. stone traps, hidden doors etc.
Languages: Common, Dwarven, Undercommon
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GEAR/POSSESSIONS
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Combat: Dagger, Dammerhall short sword, Short sword, Studded leather armour
Total Weight: lbs.
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Background:
The table was slowly filling with mugs now empty of ale, strong ale. Grunyar was hitting the keg hard this evening. The only pause he had between the brews was when he looked at something beneath the table. The barmaid had tried to peak, but he had covered it, preventing her from seeing the exquisite blade. No one beside himself knew, that only a few nights ago the blade had belonged to a merchant, where it had been stored in a chest, a shame for such a beautiful piece of craftsmanship.
There is rock bottom and then there is bedrock and his conscience was hurling him towards the later. It wasn’t the first time he had it bad after one his unaproved nightly visits, but it was the first time he was going for a clean shave and a greataxe.
Why did he always manage to wreck his life, when it was heading in the right direction? He had a promising apprenticeship at one of the masons, the old geezer had even grumblingly approved of his work in the past week. Well until he got this little beauty, it had been declining ever since. He had to do something. Turn himself in? No the shame was too much, same with suicide. Shaving and slaying then? Nahh he was bad with and axe. Full time spelunking, it was his beloved hobby, but alone all the time, besides it was dangerous. What then? well work tomorrow and we’ll take it from there. Ahh another ale.
Personality:
Being young is never easy in a Dwarven society, where age is a virtue. Grunyar struggle more than most because sometimes being good is difficult, stealing comes easily, the guilty conscience comes later but it’s bad. He tries to present a friendly demeanour but should someone (perhaps rightly) question his honour, he becomes difficult.
Description:
Ht: 4 2"
Wt: 248 lbs
Age: 47
Hair: Dark
Eyes: Grey
Skin: Northern European
Looking over Grunyar you’ll find a dwarf of average height but with considerable more girth. His head is bald with a less than impressive dark beard. Grey eyes with a hint of green looks inquisitively back at you.
Patron Descriptors:
Secrets Beneath the Mountain
Travel and Exploration
