| Pend Alemore |
Pend Alemore. Dwarf Brewer (Alchemist) extraordinaire for submission
Pend Alemore
Male Dwarf Alchemist
CG Medium Humanoid (Dwarf)
Init +2;Senses Darkvision 60ft , Perception +5
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Defense
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AC 15 (+3 Armor, +2 Dex), Touch 12, Flat-Footed 13
HP 10
Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +1
Defensive Abilities Spell Resistance 10 ;
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee Battleaxe +2 (1d6+2 / x3)
Ranged Bomb +3 (1d6+3)
Special Abilities Alchemy, Mutagen
Extracts
1st (2/day)(DC 14) – Crafter’s Fortune, Heightened Awareness, Tears to Wine, Comprehend Languages, Enlarge Person
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Statistics
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Str 14, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 12, Cha 8
Base Atk +0; CMB+2; CMD 14
Feats Potion Glutton, Throw Anything, Brew Potion
Traits Fortified Drinker, Pragmatic activator
Languages Common, Dwarven, Goblin, Gnome, Giant
SQ Bombs 1d6+3
Skills
Craft (Alchemy) +8 = 1 rank, +3 Class Skill, +3 Int, +1 Alchemist
Profession (Brewer) +5 = 1 rank, +3 Class Skill, +1 Wis
Knowledge (Nature) +7 = 1 rank, +3 Class, +3 Int
Use Magic Device +7 = 1 rank, +3 Class, +3 int
Sleight of Hand +5 = 1 rank, +3 Class, +2 Dex, -1 ACP
Perception +5 = 1 rank, +3 class, +1 Wis
Spellcraft +7 = 1 rank, +3 Class, +3 Int
Knowledge (Arcana) +7 = 1 rank, +3 Class, +3 Int
Survival +5 = 1 rank, +3 Class, +1 Wis
Appraise +7 = 1 rank, +3 Class, +3 Int
Equipment (starting gold = 105 GP)
Studded Leather Armor [25 GP]
Battleaxe [10 GP]
Alchemist’s Kindness x10 [5 GP]
Alchemist’s Kit [40 GP]
Sunrod [2 GP]
Acid x4 [20 GP]
Bandolier [5 GP]
Flasks x 4 [1 SP 3 CP]
1 GP 3SP 7CP Remaining
Pend was the youngest son of a large well respected forging family. He was not as skilled at the forges as his siblings, nor strong enough to compete in hand to hand combat with them. He often was invisible in the day to day stories of his family much to his dismay. As dedicated to the Dwarven way as he was, he simply did not have the abilities to make a name for himself or to bring pride to his family in their ways. Even his older sister, who seemed to care little for their ways had found the means to find respect among their clan.
Pend continued to toil, trying to create something worthwhile of his family’s pride, but never quite succeeding. His one success did not come from the forge but from the tavern; A masterful brew that he perfected over many years. It was not until his older sister left the Citadel that Pend realized that there could be another way. The idea that his life could have meaning beyond the walls of mountain was a life shattering revelation. So much of his life had been spent trying to perfect an art that just didn’t seem appreciated within the citadel. His sister had showed him that perhaps he could have a life outside of the forges.
So Pend left, risking it all to live with the surface dwellers. It was slow going but eventually he found himself in the city of Daggerford, brewing his ale’s out of a decrepit building in the Caravan Quarter, and selling his special brew (at basically his cost to produce) to the taverns and Inn’s around the city, but at least he was doing something he loved now, and sort of getting paid to do it. If only he could find a way to get his brew flowing in the richer areas of town, or even in the cities surrounding Daggerford!
Well Known Secret: Pend enjoys his own brew a little bit too much. Everyone acknowledges the brew’s superior flavouring to the other local choices but Pend’s drunken antics are hurting his ability to really get the brew accepted in the richer areas of the city.
Shorter than the average dwarf, Pend keeps his brown hair and beard in long braids. He has a stocky build perhaps a little on the chubby side from his consumption.
Abrasive and politically incorrect, Pend usually makes more enemy then friends when he opens his mouth.
Fluff Alterations to Alchemy: Pend's "Alchemy" is actually him drinking from his super special brew, flasks of which he always carries with him, by tinkering with ingredients in his flasks ever so slightly he's been able to get it to do some pretty magical things. His bombs are made from the swill he siphons off the top of his brew each morning.