Agile breastplate, buckler, crossbow bolts (20), dagger, dagger, light crossbow, Warhammer, bedroll, belt pouch, blanket, blotter (0.2 lb.), dwarven trail rations (10), flint and steel, grappling bolt, grappling bolt, ink pen, iron holy symbol of Grundinnar, journal, knife for cutting quills into pens (0.5 lb.), pen nibs, pigment for making ink (0.2 lb.), piton (3), ruler, small (0.1 lb.), sack, sack, silk rope (50 ft.), spell component pouch, vial, waterproof bag[UE], waterskin (2), weapon rack backpack, x20 small nuggets of gold worth 1 gp each. (worth 20 gp)
Special Abilities:
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Defensive Training +4 Gain a dodge bonus to AC vs. monsters of the Giant subtype.
Finesse Weapon Attack Attribute Finesse weapons use Strength on attack rolls.
Hatred +1 Gain a racial bonus to attacks vs. Goblinoids/Orcs.
Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) Domain (Reformation Inquisition) Moved by divine disapproval of your church’s mistakes, you seek to correct them however you can.
Granted Powers:
You can speak with divine persuasiveness.
Lorekeeper +2 for Knowledge (History) checks relating to dwarves and their enemies. These checks can be made untrained.
Monster Lore +3 (Ex) +3 to Knowledge checks when identifying the weaknesses of creatures.
Stern Gaze +1 (Ex) +1 to Sense Motive and Intimidate.
Stonecunning +2 +2 bonus to Perception vs. unusual stonework. Free check within 10 feet.
Studied Target +1 (move action, 1 at a time) (Ex) Study foe as a Move action, gain +1 to att/dam & some skills vs. them.
Appearance:
Seamus is somewhat of a taller dwarf, standing 4’5” tall. He has hazel eyes and auburn hair. Like most dwarves, he sports a full-sized beard, which is freely spread across his entire jawline. Most of the time he can be found wearing a traveler’s outfit that pokes out beneath a dwarven breastplate. A holy symbol dangling loosely around his neck, clearly displays a glowing golden hammer. In addition to a backpack full of common traveling gear, he wears a small buckler strapped to one arm that has a roughed-up image of a snow-capped mountain peak in grey set against a blue field. A black hammer stretches across the base of the peak, separating the bottom third of the shield. It also looks as if there was an image in the right corner of the shield but has been heavily worn away over time. A war hammer clearly rests along his thigh, hanging loosely from some sort of strap.
Motivations:
During the Vanishing, that took place around 4699 AD, Seamas lost the love of his life. A dwarven woman named Breana Bittlemore from the Golka clan had stolen his heart many years prior to the event. Although he never openly admitted it, she meant everything to him. After the vanishing, she simply disappeared. He has been searching for answers ever since.
At some point during his investigation, Lord Howlan Garess got word of his inquiries and sent for him. Discussions about the event revealed that the Lord’s adopted son, Toval Golka, had also gone missing. Adding that to the already heavy burden of finding out what happened to Breana, left the inquisitor somewhat obsessed. Now, in search of new evidence, he has set out for the Stolen Lands in hopes of uncovering new information about the vanishing.
Background:
Times have been hard since the vanishing, which left only memories of those now long gone. I know the absence of Breana, my lifelong friend, has left me in a place that I simply can’t describe. Hell, who am I kidding, she was the love of my life. A fact that I have never been able to admit, until now. The emptiness left by her disappearance pulls at me every waken minute of every miserable day. I can almost feel her presence, as if she is still nearby. The entire Golka clan, every last one of them, simply vanished. How can that be? How does something like that even happen. Someone knows something, and that’s where I come in. No stone unturned. I know what I must do. I accept the fact that this path will likely take me far beyond the familiar comforts of Goluskin. Even the elders of my faith have leaned in with small gestures urging me forward, knowing that this obsession is slowly bringing my faith to its brink. And now, almost as if it were planned, Lord Howlan Garess has added the weight of his missing son to my shoulders. All in all, even if he wasn’t a close friend, I wouldn’t dismiss his request to press the investigation. I feel his frustration, as do many of my kin. The painful loss is simply there. With no explanation or tangible reason. It’s simply there, compelling me to press deeper and deeper into what happened. I know I need to move on and let it be, but I simply can’t. I have to know what happened to Breana. Hell, what happened to them all.
With a heavy heart, Seamus stepped forward and placed a hand on the old leaver of his door. Its dried henges ground in protest with an all-familiar tune as he pressed the heavy door open. After taking a deep breath, he continued forward down the steps of his rustic cabin and into the freshly powdered snow of the Golushkin Mountains. “It’s time,” he whispered just before fading into the tree line.
