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+2 Initiative
Speed 20'
+0 BAB
+2 melee
+2 ranged
+2 CMB
CMD: 14/12
Fort Save: +5
Ref Save: +2
Will Save: +5

Heal +7
Intimidate +4
Knowledge (Dungeon) +6
KNowledge (Religioin) +6
Perception +7
Sense Motive +8
Spellcraft +6
Stealth +6
Survival +7

Drug Addict: Personal (campaign guide)
Tunnel Fighter (Dwarves of Golarion)

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Korg Duthelm is an empty shell, a figment of the dwarf he once was, a hollow vessel filled with a thirst for vengeance. His story started many years ago, as a young man Korg was the prodigal son. His father a wealthy merchant in Highhelm was proud that his second born son took to the priesthood of Torag and excelled once there. He was quickly moved to Larrad, where he studied and learned of his people’s history and culture in the hallowed temple-caverns below the mountain. Next he returned to Highhelm to witness the lawful government in work and study modern dwarven culture. When he graduated from the temple he was assigned a position as an apprentice under an experienced combat priest named Cagtorm Middlepeak, the next couple years were spent under his instruction. He learned to manage a squad of fighters, how to keep moral high, to tend to their medical and emotional needs and finally their grief and the internment of their companions.
Eventually he was given a squad of his own. His unit received numerous awards, and after a short ten years he began to rise in the ranks of his people, bringing great honor to his family. He became a commando of sorts, sent out to deal with the enemies of the Dwarven people, he toured the dwarven lands throughout the inner-sea region, always victorious in his endeavors always the champion.
Until five years ago.
His final mission was an expedition into the under-realms below the Hold of Belzken to recover an artifact of dwarven antiquity lost during the quest for sky. His team, his companions penetrated deep into the earth destroying an uncountable number of orcs and other foul minions before arriving at a point beyond any they had maps for. A region uncharted on any modern map and obviously shunned by the orcs and the other creatures from above. They traveled for near a week going deeper and deeper without seeing any signs of life, all they perceived was a steady feeling of unease and terror that ate away at their vary souls. One by one they were overcome by a psychotic ailment that caused dwarf to turn on dwarf, in the end only Korg survived the brutal infighting, so strong was his will and his love for Torag. In those final days as he arrived at his goal the Maker’s Anvil, rumored to be Torag’s anvil from time before time. He had but the strength to lie atop it and cry, success was his, or so he thought.
For lurking in the ancient dark recesses of these once great halls was an entity, a spirit, a composite of all the trapped dwarven souls, souls of those that were left behind those that could not achieve the sky, those that were never interned properly. It was a spirit of hatred of contempt for the living and chiefly the dwarven living. It easily overcame Korg and trapped him in a phsycic prison where it tortured him daily over the next year. Slowly bit by bit removing every part of him that he held dear but never allowing him to perish, the creature drained the very essence of Korg away, and once almost every last semblance of dwarven life was drained the final and greatest torture was bestowed. It let him live. Depositing him in a tunnel that led back to his homeland it let him go.
Korg was drained of all his abilities, all his memories, of the histories of the dwarves, their fights and their struggles it was all gone. Or mostly, bits remained fragments of memories haunting echoes of the man he was once and would never be again. When he was found naked and struggling through the caves by a band of dwarven soldiers he was taken back to Kovlar the nearest dwarven city.

He was nearly unrecognizable, he had left as the epitome of a dwarven hero, and returned a wretch whose mind was shattered, he was eventually recognized and the greatest healers could do nothing to return him to his previous stature. In the end he was interned in a hospice, to live out his days. The great pride his father had in him eventually turned to sorrow at the loss of his once great son, and eventually to shame. Korg escaped the hospice care, still mad as a loon he fled the dwarven lands and all the ghosts of memories that lingered there. He lived the life of a vagabond until one day he found himself in Korvosa a denizen of shingles, the lowest of the low, living day to day by begging and stealing, an addict whose drug of choice was shiver. When he was high he could recall more of who he was, he would dream of the things he had done, the people he had known and the people he could call his own, but sadly these memories were retained only on a primal level when he came to.
It was during this time that he had a dream and in this dream the bitter goddess Dranngvit came to him she offered him the chance of redemption the chance to make things right, so her brother Torag had forsaken him, it was within her power as the goddess of vengeance to make him whole again, all he needed to do was to put his faith in her, to fight her enemies, to remember who he was. Not some drug addled destitute wretch but a man, a dwarven man, a creature of will and fortitude a creature of strength.
She rekindled the fire that all but died in his soul replacing the vacume with a furnace of vengeance, and a purpose. In the following weeks he kicked his habit and has become obsessed with ridding the streets of the pusher that so often fixed him, a petty crime lord named Gaedren.

-How did you acquire your class? Korg’s class draws on abilities he once had as a cleric before he was energy drained back to level 0. Detailed in background. He became an Inquisitor at the call of Dranngvit, dwarven god of vengeance, detailed in background.

-How did you assemble your starting equipment?
Scraped together as he put his life back together, working hard long hours.

-What's the worst event of your life so far?
The loss of his previous life, the essence of who he was, all his experiences having his cultural awareness and history stripped from him.

-What's the best thing that's ever happened to you?
The only good thing he can remember, besides the memories delivered to him when he was high on shiver is the moment that Draangvit entered his life and gave him a purpose.

-How do others perceive you in social interactions? Cold, distant and a bit crazy initially, upon further inspection Korg shows his righteous side, a dedication to his goddess and her call for vengeance.

-How assertive are you when making a decision? Korg is driven by an inner fury that helps him see the right decision and act on it. I would say he can be very assertive, but not without consideration of others he respects.

-How do you feel when faced by setbacks? Furious, Korg has delt with more setbacks then maybe any other man and when balked today in his new life it infuriates him, causing him to ruminate and dwell on the issue and possible solutions.

-Do you stay in contact with your family? What do they think of you? Korg is ashamed of all that he has lost, and for the most part can’t remember it anyway. He has glimpses of memories of his proud father and his siblings but much of that is lost in his shattered mind.
-Do you have any secrets or conflicts from your past that might come back to haunt you? Background is full of them.

-How long have you lived in Korvosa and in what part of the city? 2.5 years all of it in Shingles.

-What is your opinion of the current state of affairs in Korvosa? Korg sees Korvosa as the pinnacle of the rich living off the struggles of the poor. If he was not so obsessed with his own inner demons, he could become a champion of the people.

-What is your connection (past or present) to Gaedren Lamm? Gaedren Lamm was Korg’s pusher, for the entire time he has been here. Now he tops Korg’s list. Korg’s efforts today are entirely focused on paying back the wretched criminal Lamm for the drugs he peddles and the lives he has ruined.