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Keeping his axe high Rammbock puts a hand on the ground asking the ground to aid him to tell him where the enemy will emerge next.

"Well then let´s rush after the snake. At the end if you cut of its head it is just another snake!"

Rammbock moves into flanking position, bangs his steel against his shield once to get his attention and then swings himself.
Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 = 111d10 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Looking at Dusk, Rammbock smiles and replies.
"We dwarfes are rarely the first to arrive, but rarely not the last to leave. At least on their own feet. Let them storm in and we come in like an avalanche!"

"I don´t think that there is no time for a decent meal and some more ale or mead. After all, tomorrow is another day!"

Looking at Nerak Rammbock shrugs. "I can see perfectly fine in the dark. And I guess so do you. And the others have the means to cast light, ne? Or carry a torch!"

Rammbock smiles, spits in his hand and extends it for a shake.
"We do have a deal!"

Rammbock smiles and nods at the word gold.
"How much?"

Rammbock takes out a shovel and gives the asmodean a deep grave, before lifting his kilt and pissing on the grave.
"Always wanted to do that."

Rammbock looks down at his wounds and spits on the asmodean knight.
"I hope you flail for eterny in hell, you looser!"

Unfettered by the reach of Gregan Rammbock charges.
Charge: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 191d8 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

I would also prefer Paizo, especially as paizo is not blocked at work.
But we can try ;-)

Perc: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Rammbock carefully checks the area, trusting his nightvision to aid him in finding enemys.

"Well we should just move there and investigate. And axe all problems!"

Even the new guys?

"A bit of a drinker, haa? Let us put that to the test Nerak. Let us find a mug of ale worth of the nagelprobe and have some fun!"
Ordering a gallon mug of ale he quickly drains it in one huge draw turns it round and with glee announces"As our ancestors drank!"
Fort: 1d20 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 3 = 26

The dwarf takes stock of the gathered and makes mental notes checking for strong callused hands and visible scars. Nodding towards the mwangi man.
"And what can you do Kunde?"

Holding his mug of stout, Rammbock moves over to Sheriff Hemlock. Taking a gulp and draining it completely up, just before he arrives he puts the mug down and nods. Stroking his lustrous, many braided and decorated with metal beads inscribed with runes, beard he clears his throat and bows slightly. The black rings of his chainmail, wearing it inside the rusty dragon, clink softly, but he starts a genuine smile, showing some crocked teeth in his lower jaw.
"Alas lads, mee name is Asguard of Clan Ironfist, but everyone calls me Rammbock. Maybe because of my friendly personality, eeh."
His emerald green eyes twinkle while Sheriff Hemlock and Ameiko quickly shake their head in denial, showing that Rammbock is for sure not known for being the friendliest chap in town.
"Alas, well maybe more for my stubborness and my tendency to go through walls head first, eeh!" This time they nod and smile!
Hemlock adds."Well if Rammbock makes up his mind, good luck changing his opinion. But if he says he will guard your back he will do so no matter what!"
Rammbock smiles and looks at the gathered. "And who are you?"

Ok, added the data in the excel sheet.

This will be rammbocks character.
Just need some minor twinks.