I am now imagining Bahamut tossing Torag at an evil dragon. I'm giggling pretty hard right now.
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Looking forward to when you make your decisions, DM. :) Good luck to everybody who applied!
Happy New Year! I figured I should specify my character's overall build concept and party roles: Quomaugh is intended to be a melee combatant with a good assortment of magic (mostly for buffing, with a side order of summoning/battlefield control), martial capability (especially once Wildshape comes online) and skills (thanks to Breadth of Experience giving him access to all knowledge and profession skills, on top of his normal skills), to make a very all-rounder character. Since he's going to be a bit spread-out in his build choices, he should be great for assisting people at stuff, and shouldn't steal the spotlight from anyone. :)
Okay, got everything everything for my character. May I present Quomaugh Ironmaw, Dwarven Druid of Torag and Dorn the T. Rex Pup Background:
Quomaugh was born to a long family line of dwarven miners, in the dwarf-held city of Dagh Boramm in northern Ouros. From a young age, Ironmaw spent much of his time in mining tunnels, caves and quarries, following his parents as they helped provide all of Ouros with ore and minerals for use in building and crafting. But it wasn't his parents that kept the youth interested and excited about the constant trips and hard work; It was the aged leader of the mining group, a man by the name of Dorn Heavyhand. Dorn was a servant of Torag, and a defender of the lands of Ouros. Through the Father of Creation, Heavyhand would use his divinely-granted powers to find areas where it was safe to mine, build and dig. The dwarfs of Dagh Boramm were not intent on subjugating the hills and mountains they lived on and inside, but to live alongside them, to benefit from their strength.
In Dorn, Quomaugh found his first hero. Though Quomaugh's father was less than pleased with the adoration his son showed the other man, he could not argue that the Mining Captain was a noble and skilled leader, very much worthy of such respect. Over the years, Quomaugh worked hard as a miner, doing his best to impress Dorn. When he was still young, a lad of no more than thirty, he had gotten Dorn to promise that he would teach the younger dwarf the secrets of supporting the stone, as the elder dwarf called it, should Ironmaw prove himself worthy. The young miner threw himself into his work and the veneration of Torag, hoping to be considered worth taking on as an apprentice. In his mid-sixties, Quomaugh finally earned the recognition he so desired. Heavyhand took Ironmaw under his wing, and taught him the ways of the druid: Of using the magics of nature, of the ancient racial enemies of their people, and of the great beasts that had lived long ago. To combine the power of things that existed long, long ago, and to use that ability to help his people today. And for many years, Quomaugh took to the training with vigor and enthusiasm. He proved himself a worthy student, sucking up all the knowledge his mentor would give him. Until the day that the Armies of Dagh Boramm called on its men. Recruited to serve as soldiers in an excursion towards southern Ouros, Dorn and Quomaugh set out after a few months of military training. Escorting a merchant caravan, they made it most of the way to their destination without so much as a single interference from outsiders. But then the Bloodletter Clan attacked. The Bloodletters were a tribe of fire giants that had notoriously troubled dwarven and halfling communities in the area for centuries, and they crashed upon the caravan like lava from a volcano. Realizing the caravan's defenders would be overwhelmed, Dorn demanded that his apprentice flee back to Dagh Boramm. Though the younger dwarf tried to stay and fight at his master's side, Heavyhand would have none of it. "Supporting the stone also means protecting those closest to you," and with those final words, Heavyhand sent the young druid off. Quomaugh rushed to safety with a handful of other young dwarves, who brought news of the events to the people of Dagh Boramm. Stories of Dorn Heavyhand and his final stand became legend among Quomaugh's people, and upon the apprentice's return, he took up the fallen druid's position as Mining Captain. In the many years since, Quomaugh has served the people of Dagh Boramm with determination. He lives his every day in an attempt to meet the standards fitting of a dwarf in his position, and to do Dorn proud, fighting off the deep hatred of the giants that took his teacher from him. His dedication to his former Captain is still in the forefront of his mind, and led him to name the infant tyrannosaurus pup, that he found wandering the caves under his home, in honor of his druidic master. And through the strange reptilian creature, the dwarf hopes to focus his strength and faith. Now, Quomaugh and Dorn have been called upon, once more, by Dagh Boramm's military. They have been ordered to escort another trade caravan to Bastion, where unknown happenings await them... Appearance and Personality:
Quomaugh is broad and stout, a veritable mountain of a dwarf. A very short mountain, yes, but every bit as tough. With bright red hair and a long, neatly-braided beard, he does not give off the image of a soldier. His emerald eyes shine with wisdom and wit, and he has long since proved himself to be a capable and effective civilian, both in scholarly and labor-intensive pursuits.
Though friendly, Quomaugh is a bit off in his interactions with others. His power is received from Torag and the mountains themselves, and the training to earn them took place over the course of many decades in the dwarf's formative years. While he is right at home among the caves and mountain ecosystems of Ouros, and with the animals that live there, he is not quite as comfortable with those that can actually speak back. This awkwardness generally does not impact his work, however, so he tends to be a man of few words when working in society. Character Sheet:
QUOMAUGH IRONMAW
Male Dwarf Druid (Goliath Druid) 1 NG Medium Humanoid (Dwarf) Init +3; Senses Darkvision, Perception +7 --------------------
AC 14, touch 11, flat-footed 13. . (+1 Dex, +3 armor)
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Speed 20 ft. (Light Armor)
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Str 16, Dex 12, Con 15, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 8
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Favored Class: Druid (+1 HP)
Dorn: DORN
Male Tyrannosaurus Animal Companion (Totem Guide) 1 NN Medium Animal Init +3; Senses Low-light Vision, Scent; Perception +6 --------------------
AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 14. . (+3 Dex, +4 natural)
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Speed 30 ft. (No Armor)
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Str 14, Dex 16, Con 10, Int 2, Wis 15, Cha 10
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Dorn is a young dinosaur pup that Quomaugh picked up during his travels as a Mining Captain, and is named for the dwarf's late druidic master. With mottled olive skin and bright orange eyes, the tyrannosaurus youth stands just slightly shorter than his dwarven master, and roughly six feet from nose to tail. Curious and enthusiastic, one would not be able to guess that Dorn is descended from the legendary beasts that bore him. The inquisitive infant dinosaur is steadfastly loyal to Quomaugh, but takes a bit to warm up to others.
Quomaugh readies his weapon, hiding with his back to a wall. A grin rests easily on his face, far too calm an expression for this tense situation.
Quomaugh pulls his weapon from the sheath and hefts his blade over his shoulder. "Don' look a' me, lass. Ain' nothin' I c'n do t' keep 'at loony in line," he says, but he moves ahead, ready and willing.
Quomaugh charges at one of the guards, a grin on his face. Having been focused on the door, he seems to have not even noticed what the Doctor had done to the cook. "Glad ya came t' play!" the "Orc" calls as he rushes at the nearest guard, delivering a mighty blow that fells the man in a single swing.
If we are jumping right into Round 1: Quomaugh spins, the fallen guard's blood forming an arc around him as he brings his weapon around to cleave through another of the guard's comrades. "Too easy, lads!" he cries in exultation.
Quomaugh looks curious for a moment as Travis backs into a wall, but then realization washed over his face. He points the tip of his weapon towards the door in preparation, his smirk growing yet wider as his hands squeeze the stolen weapon's hilt. "Aye, 'is sounds more loike i'," he states in a low, but very pleased, voice.
Quomaugh shrugs, leaning against a wall, trying not to pay attention to the ramblings of Ulrich and the worried speech of the lady chef. He yawns into the back of one of his hands in a very artificial manner, trying to impress that they don't have time to be standing around having pointless conversations.
Quomaugh follows after Kyras, weapon still in hand. "Ya know, as ill-defended as 'is place is, maybe we should jus' take care o' th' res' o' th' guards," the "Orc" suggests, a glint in his green eyes.
Quomaugh tries to muscle himself next to Travis, longsword ready and eyes watching for danger. His smirk remains, though he does seem slightly disappointed that there aren't more foes to fight. [smaller]"Wha'd'ya see, lad?" he asks the Tiefling who is carefully listening by the door.
Quomaugh shrugs, a contented grin on his face. "Sounds good t' me," he replies to Kyras, longsword still gripped tightly in his right hand. "Figure gittin' rid o' a few more o' 'ese bastards 'fore we go i' a good 'nough partin' gift!"
Quomaugh raises an eyebrow at Ulrich during his rant, but doesn't say anything to the alchemist. When Rose suggests leaving the bodies, he nods his head emphatically. "Ain't nothin' bu' dead weight," the Dwarf says with a smirk.
Quomaugh spins and rushes towards the guard Rose charged past, bringing his weapon down in an overhead smash.
Quomaugh shrugs, following after Rose at a quick jog, weapon raised and a scowl on his face. "C'mere, li'l girl!" he shouts after her, sounding awfully like he's reading from a script.
Quomaugh looks back to the others, hand still gripping the guard's longsword. What should we do? is clearly plastered on his face, before it turns into a sadistic grin that clearly reads Let's murder the lot of them.
Once Quomaugh has squeezed himself into the guard's chain shirt, he draws the stolen longsword once again and prepares himself to move on. "A'roight mates, wha' d' ya sugges' we do now?" he asks, looking around the small, uncomfortable room.
Quomaugh takes the armor for himself, finding his attempt to wear the human-sized chain shirt to be rather uncomfortable. "'is ain' roight a' all... bu' i's betta 'an nothin', I s'pose."
S'alright boss. We're not going anywhere. :)
Quomaugh shrugs after using the deceased man's clothes to wipe down the blade. "It suits ya," he says as he sheathes the weapon again, before moving to liberate the man of his belongings.
I'm pretty sure I just did. :3
Quomaugh waits for just the right moment, then charges in to strike at the distracted guard, his eyes cold as he puts all his force into the blow.
Sorry guys, apparently the boards decided to stop tracking the thread for me. I have no idea why it does that sometimes.
Quomaugh nods as Rose goes over his plan, but his face scrunches into a deep frown when she calls him an "Orcdwarf." "Why's e'erybo'y a'ways callin' me a dorf! I'm a' Orc! Me paren's 'ere Orcs, and me brothas an' sistas 'ere Orcs, too!" he complains, but not very loudly. He grips his weapon as Rose goes to subdue the guards, ready to charge in and help if necessary. Even if he wasn't happy about her title for him, getting out of this place was Priority Number One.
Quomaugh nods, grinning widely. He draws his stolen blade, ready to follow Rose.
Quomaugh shrugs, saying, "I would i' I could, lad, bu' me chieftan's teachin's ain' wit' me no more. Me connection t' th' lan' an' th' spirits ain' as strong as me brotha's, an' 'e ain' 'ere t' help." He shrugs again, deeper this time, but he can't help but give the ogre a smirk.
Quomaugh shrugs, saying, "Betta t' 'ave 'im on our side 'an rottin' in a jail cell." He then moves to accept the bow and arrows from the woman's incapacitated form. "No use leavin' 'ese 'ere. She sure ain' usin' 'em!" The Orc-rased Dwarf smirks as he hangs the bow over his body, then fastens the quiver to his belt.
Quomaugh gladly changes into the provided clothing, not for a moment worried about propriety or being seen by the others. "Ah! 'at's more loike it! Damned rags weren't fit fir a man 'alf me size," he states, testing the clothing for range of motion. "A'roight 'en, le's git t' b'iness," the Dwarf says, resting a hand on the hilt of the pilfered longsword.
Quomaugh grins at the offer. "Gladly!" he says, his eyes practically sparkling.
Quomaugh grunts as he sheathes the plundered longsword at his side. "I ain't ag'inst fightin' all 'o th' guards... though 'at di'n't go so well las' toime... what d' ya folks wanna do?" the "orc" asks, while attempting to stretch his sore arms and legs.
Quomaugh finally pulls his hands free and stands, cracking his back. He takes the dagger he had hidden under his leg and hands it to Ulrich, taking the Longsword in return. "Now 'is is more me speed," he says, smirking.
Quomaugh sighs and seems to slump in his bindings. "Jus' use th' damn lockpick, ya ninny," he grouses, giving Travis a frustrated look.
Quomaugh struggles against his bonds again, still gritting his teeth.
Quomaugh grits his teeth as he starts struggling against the bonds restricting him, his eyes becoming bloodshot as calm fury surges through his veins. "I've 'ad enuff waitin'!" he states in a harsh, low growl, too focused on freeing himself to yell.
Quomaugh glares at the woman for a moment. "Me hands are bolted t' th' wall! Wha' in th' nine 'ells are ya talkin' 'bout!" he shouts, making sure to emphasize that he isn't trying anything. "Ya ain't e'en me type! No meat on ya a' all!" he states, full of conviction.
Quomaugh leans further back into the wall, whistling poorly in an attempt to look like he's not doing anything suspicious. 'ope 'ey can't see th' blade fr'm 'ere... he thinks to himself as he feigns innocence.
Quomaugh grins back at Travis, looking very grateful for the weapon. While it was not the kind of instrument he was most comfortable with, it would do its job well enough. He places his stocky leg over the small blade, hiding it from view.
Quomaugh grins from ear to ear, his grumbling ceasing as he waits to be released. "Make i' quick, lad, ya don' know i' th' guards'll come check on us..." he whispers, excitement clear in his voice. His emerald eyes sheen in the dim light, and the dwarf looks ready to bust some heads.
Quomaugh begins to grumble to himself, his impatience beginning to get the better of him. Though only barely audible, his cellmates can hear mumbled bits of complaints about not getting to smash things or eat fresh meat. At the very least, he manages to keep his voice low enough that it can only barely be heard by Sholano, and certainly not by the guards.
Quomaugh nods, and simply leans back against the wall, waiting for his cue.
Quomaugh is about to shout "Yer motha was a rat!" but thinks better of it, biting his tongue. Even he knows not to draw attention when it's not wanted. Especially in situations like this.
Quomaugh looks curious as the others talk about the item Sholano returned with. "Wha'cha got 'ere, lad? Pa'ches?" he asks, wonder apparent in his voice.
I think a better question will be "How can you even look at it with your hands shackled to the wall?" :3
Quomaugh grunts, disappointed. "Wha' a letdown. No' e'en a one o' 'em so much as go' near me," he complains, obviously distraught at not getting a chance to headbutt anyone. "Well 'en, lad, wha'd else did yer ladyfriend say, hm?" he asks, head turned as much as possible, but still unable to see Sholano through the others chained up between them.
Yeah, hi Gary. Looking foward to what the module has in store! :)
Quomaugh sneers at the sheriff and his guards before Sholano is escorted from the room, defiance burning bright in his eyes. "I ain't scared o' nothin' ya weaklin's c'n do t' me! Gi' me yer worst!" he states, chuckling at their threats.
Xoruk is the smart one, Quomaugh is the strong one. They fight cri-... humans? I don't know.
Quomaugh ain't smart enough to come up with phrases like "rue the day", he mostly parrots things he's heard his younger brother, Xoruk (who happens to have the Int score of any two Ironmaw orcs put together), say. ;)
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