| Full Name |
Korvek Ghordun |
| Race |
Dwarf |
| Classes/Levels |
Barbarian 5 | AC 21T 13 FF 18 | CMD 21 | FCMD 18 | HP 65/65 | F +7 R +4 W +1 | Init +3 | Perc +8 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Homepage URL |
Character Sheet |
| Strength |
16 |
| Dexterity |
16 |
| Constitution |
16 |
| Intelligence |
10 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
8 |
About Korvek the Unyielding
Stats:
16 Str (+3)
16 Dex (+3)
16 Con (+3)
10 Int (+0)
10 Wis (+0)
8 Cha (-1)
Defense:
HP: 65
AC: 21
TAC: 13
FFAC: 18
CMD: 21
FCMD: 18
Fort: +7
Ref: +4
Will: +1
Offense:
Adamantine Greataxe +1: +10(11), 1d12+5
BAB+5, Str+3, Masterwork+1, Enchant+1, (AxetoGrind+1)
Weapon damage 1d12, Strength and a half +4, Enchant +1
Earth Breaker: +8(9), 2d6+4
BAB+5, Str+3, (AxetoGrind+1)
Weapon Damage 2d6, Strength and a half +4
Conditional Modifiers:
+1 Attack vs Goblinoids & Orcs
+4 Dodge vs Giants
+10 Spell Resistance
+4 CMD vs Bullrush & Trip
+2 vs Fear
+2 Appraise vs nonmagic goods including precious metals/gems
+2 Perception vs unusual stonework (autocheck within 10ft)
Background:
Korvek was not always a man of war. In the beginning of his youth he intended to master the skill of smithing, spending days and nights toiling in the nearest blacksmith. He was young and new and unproven, so he was given muscle jobs for barely decent pay, but he was determined. On a fateful day that sent him for firewood to fuel the smithy, he would find his true calling.
The dwarf was too focused in his work, swinging mightily into the tree he had deemed his quarry, to notice the giant of a bear that bore down on him. Only at the last moment did the dwarf realize his peril, rolling to the side before his head was removed but not before claws tore through flesh. His left eye was in ruin, gashes running deep across the socket which would scar for life as blood and the remains of his vision poured over his cheek and stained his beard. The axe in his hand was his only defense, his only chance, his only ally as he lashed violently with it to parry the giants swipes. His movements, his stance, the grip of the axe, everything.. everything seemed to fall into place. This dwarf was not destined to be a blacksmith.
