About Tarengart HildenberkGeneral Info:
20 pt buy Initial Statistics (cost): 14(5), 10(0), 13(3), 10(0), 12(2), 16(10)
Dwarve Stat Mod: +2 Con, +2 Wis, -2 Chr Hit Points: 11/11
Melee: +3 (Includes +1 Weapon Focus on Dwarven Waraxe)
AC: 18 Traits:
Campaign Trait: Touched by Divinity (Domain = Good; Prot. from evil 1ce/day) Skills:
(ACP)Armor Check Penalty = -6
Skill Name / Key Ability: Total Modifier = Ability Mod + Ranks + Misc Mod
Class features, Feats, Traits and Racial Traits:
Class Features: Proficient in Simple & Martial Weapons Aura of Good Detect Evil (at will) Smite Evil (1ce/day) Code of Conduct Feats
Racial Traits
Additional Traits:
Campaign Trait: Touched by Divinity [spoiler=AC, Saves, and Attacks]
Saves:
Fort: 6 = 2(base) +4(CON)
Attack:
Equipment:
Weapons: Dwarven Waraxe, D10, x3, S, 8 LB Light Crossbow, D8, 19-20/x2, 80', P, 4 LB **30 bolts, 1lb/10 bolts (3 LB) --Weight:13 Armour:
Misc:
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Weight Total:77.5 ENCUMBRANCE=Light: <77, Med: <154, Heavy: 230 Cash:
Description:
Taren is average in height for a dwarf but is more trunk like than most. His frame obviously holds a solid mass of muscle but it is also covered by a pinch or two of a little somethin' extra that softens the edge of his corded muscles. The extra fluff comes from perhaps too many taste tests while brewing "holy water" for his dwarven faith. This can make him look like a teddy bear when he's at a camp fire but the added girth can also cause him to appear more fierce and imposing when he is enraged. He keeps his head shaved and his dark beard long. The laughter lines around his eyes and his often personable demeanor often seem a bit "un-dwarf-like", but in the face of injustice he becomes the most stubborn,focused, and battle-centric dwarf a person will ever meet. Data and Background:
Data Nick Name: Taren Job: Brewer of Hildenberk Ale, a vintage of "Holy Water" in service to Torag. Clan: Hildenberk Likes: Integrity, Drinking and Merriment, those he considers courageous and defenders of the weak and innocent. Dislikes: Undead, Mean Drunks, Elven Spirits, Cowards, Selfish People, Dirty tricks and liars. Favorite foods: Gutbuster, Hildenberk Ale, Mardauvian Lager, Stoneface Ale, Venison, and peanuts. In that order. Hobbies: Drinking, basic blacksmithing, and singing poorly Background
In Tarengart’s (Taren for short) early days his devotion to Torag, his talent for brewing, his compassion for others, and the ease in which he under-stood the intricacies of clerical healing caused him to stand out. Many of the dwarven elders believed that he could be a high priest in the making. It was said in some circles that the young dwarf was even Touched by Torag's favor. The only thing that kept this belief from being voiced too loudly was the fact that Tarengart was equally skilled in many non-clerical duties. He seemed to excel at most everything else he touched. He could pick up a wooden practice “dwarven axe” and defeat any of his peers as well as keep his own with many of the veteran undercity guard who came to the yard to keep their martial skill sharp. “Perhaps he is a warrior then”, his elders would whisper. As a brewer and a fan of drinking with friends, Taren spent a lot of time in the taverns of the dwarven areas of the city. It was not rare for a native dwarf adventurer to visit when their party was nearby. Often the rest of their adventuring group would accompany them. Even the elves who were clearly out of place and uncomfortable would be clasping Taren’s arm in friendship before they left (and often with offers of joining them if the young dwarf wished). “No, perhaps he is a diplomat”… the dwarven elders would again guess. In truth, Tarengart didn’t know where he fit in either. He was proud of his Dwarven heritage, but also had great compassion for the other goodly races. He loved his god and certainly enjoyed his share of making and imbibing "holy water" but he also loved swinging the axe on the practice field. Thoughts of his future left the dwarf confused until one of the visiting adventuring troupes included a human paladin of Torag. Taren sat at the table of the old, war battered, holy man throughout the night and early into the next morning as they enjoyed a largely one-sided exchange of tales. The holy man spoke of love and devotion to his god but also of decades of battles in defense of the innocent. When the Paladin left later that day, Tarengart knew who he was and where his skillset fit. |
