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+2 Con, +2 Wis; -2 Cha
Defensive Training: +4 dodge bonus to AC against monsters of the giant subtype.
Hardy: +2 racial bonus on saving throws against poison, spells, and spell-like abilities.
Darkvision: 60 ft.
Hatred: +1 racial bonus on attack rolls against humanoid creatures of the orc and goblinoid subtypes.
Mountaineer: Mountain dwarves are skilled at climbing and navigating narrow ledges. Dwarves with this racial trait are immune to altitude sickness and do not lose their Dexterity bonus to AC when making Climb or Acrobatics checks to cross narrow or slippery surfaces. This racial trait replaces stability.
Rock Stepper: Ignore difficult terrain created by rubble, broken ground, or steep stairs when taking a 5-foot step. This racial trait replaces stonecunning.
Weapon Familiarity: Proficient with battleaxes, heavy picks, warhammers, and all dwarven weapons are treated as martial.

Thondrir Baradorn hails originally from Janderhoff, though he is but one of many who would profess readily that the confines of that Sky Citadel were never meant to hold the dwarf long. Even as a youngster, Thondrir would often sneak out to the surface to explore the nearest reaches of the Mindspin Mountains, much to the chagrin of his family. Hoping to instill some measure of discipline and solidarity in the fledgling dwarf, he was apprenticed to the clergymen of The Fatherforge, Janderhoff's temple of Torag. Unfortunately, the youth's forge burnt too fiercely to find any measure of home amongst the strategists and defenders of Torag's faithful. The priesthood of the Fatherforge saw in Thondrir the restlessness of a dwarf given to action, and before long the fledgling dwarf found himself given over to the care of clerics of Angradd, serving at a shrine located on the fringes of Janderhoff's surface dwellings.

After completing his training, both spiritual and martial, Thondrir elected to make his way in the surface world. And though he occasionally returns to Janderhoff to visit with his family, the wanderlust that is bred into his bones ever compels him to venture without. Such a calling is what compeled him to seek membership among the Pathfinder Society. He secured his own membership within their ranks at the fledgling lodge in Magnimar under the tutelage of Sheila Heidmarch. From there his career—as well as the career of the other companions in his detachment—flourished wildly. After many months and ruin delves, the quartet of Pathfinders to whom he belonged were given assignment in Korvosa. The city bore no particular love of Pathfinders, so they found themselves mostly working in subtlety, pursuing a hidden library deep within the underground vaults of the city. Their assignment was of the meticulous and studious nature, researching rumors and hunches involving something called The Doomsday Door; an assignment for which Thondrir's qualities were found wanting. Seeing in him the restlessness that felt nearly imprisoning to the dwarf, all agreed eventually that perhaps Thondrir should take an opportunity to visit home given their relative proximity to Janderhoff. Thondrir departed Korvosa in short order, eager for an excuse to be away from countless hours of poring over tomes and interrogating Korvosan scholars and information brokers.

Nearly two weeks after having departed for home, Thondrir returned. He found his companions not slaving away under boring pursuits upon his return. Instead, he was confronted with their defiled remains, swimming in an odor of festering decay and a bevy of feasting insects. Each of their bodies were missing their brains; nothing of any value nor any of their research notes were taken. After several moments of grieving and soul crushing anger, Thondrir mastered himself enough to gather up any sensitive material he could find for safekeeping before seeking out Korvosa's authorities in order to bring to justice who or whatever the culprit was. The results of the investigation were predictably disappointing: either too incompetent, lazy, or terrified to give the nature of the slayings their proper due, the investigation was attributed to one or more active intellect devourers. Thondrir pressed as far as he could for the authorities to offer further, actual aid, but he was rebuffed up to the point of threatened arrests for continued harrassment of their offices.

It was not until he encountered Devan Steed that justice would be found for his fallen friends. Thondrir's continued pleas, so persistent and obnoxious, inevitably made their way to Devan's ears. And in Devan, Thondrir finally found a means of vengeance and closure—perhaps more importantly, Thondrir found a likeminded friend with whom they scratched out new purpose and meaning in Varisia. After meeting up and venting their frustrations about the failures of Korvosa's city watch, Devan informed the dwarf of his own troubled past. More importantly, the human had discovered the location of the ghast that had slew his wife and child. Thondrir needed no coaxing from there—they struck out on their hunt immediately and brought the beast to justice with axe, eidolon, and flask.

After smiting the ghast that had claimed Devan Steed's family, the two then further cemented their friendship by scouring Korvosa for the creature that had slain the four Pathfinders that Thondrir had called friends. Their search led them finally to the true fiend behind the slayings: a dreadful creature known as a Neh-Thalggu—its disgusting posterior still pulsing with the brains of the dwarf's former companions. The confrontation with the creature nearly cost them their lives. Had the violent exchange not spilled out onto the open streets of Korvosa, the pair would have died for certain, for their foe far outclassed the two of them. Fortunate favored them in this instance, however, as their confrontation with the Neh-Thalggu happened within close proximity to the structure that housed the local Hellknight Order of the Nail. The emergence of several Hellknights under the command of Maralictor Malfestus onto the scene was instrumental in putting the horror from Beyond the Tapestry down.

Though harrowing and successful, their encounter demonstrated to the pair a need for more depth among their number. In order to tackle such horrors and terrors as they intended to, they would require more competent hunters and slayers to rally to their cause.

Thondrir's former (and now dead) Pathfinder chapter

• Rangor; Male Human (Kellid) Barbarian; an obscenely fat and muscled brute of a man that served briefly on the frontlines in Mendev before finding easier work with the Pathfinders.
  
• Julios Vectra; Male Half-Elf Sorcerer; A quick-witted man with eyes that could melt the heart of most women, Julios was wrongly imprisoned for treason in Brevoy, though managed to escape barely before being publicly executed.
  
• Alwyf Chain-Bender; Female Ulfen Ranger; Once a slave of Cheliax, Alwyf freed herself and her fellow slaves, leading them in overthrowing their Chelaxian master before disappearing into the Varisian countryside.
  
• Rylina Bellarose; Female Human (Galtan) Rogue; Once a hopeless pesh addict, she was taken in by Sheila Heidmarch and reformed into a consummate Pathfinder.

Thondrir Baradorn (Just replace the Warhammer with a Waraxe)

Thondrir is not terribly unique by dwarven standards. Like most of his kin, he is stoutly proportioned. His height ranges a little higher than most of his kind, though his bearing is otherwise unremarkable. His hair is the color of pure silver—a trait that most of his family in Janderhoff share. His eyes are a aquamarine, though the vibrance they were once famous for have lost a fair deal of luster since the loss of his Pathfinder companions. A rotund paunch speaks volumes of the man's overindulgence in fatty meats, thick brews, and stout spirits. It serves as little obstruction when the dwarf chooses to mete out Angradd's wrath upon his chosen enemies, however.

When on assignment, Thondrir is sheathed in an immaculately crafted suit of plate armor, the forge-fire of Angradd emblazoned with immaculate detail on both pauldrons and foremost upon his breastplate. The thick, silver strands of his mustache and beard are woven together in one immense braid hanging nearly to the dwarf's feet, tethered into large bronze clasp where it culminates.
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Ht: 4'3"
Wt: 234 lbs.
Eyes: Aquamarine
Hair: Silver, slicked back and secured in a bundle at the nape of his neck; thick beard and mustache both restrained in one massive braid.
Skin: Pale and ruddy
Age: 85

HAUNTED PAST: Though his ordeal did not break the man outright, his eyes tell plainly of the torment that yet resides within his heart. So many friends lost in so gruesome a manner was nearly more than he could bear to endure. While Thondrir has chosen to make the best of it and use his past trauma as fuel for a righteous fire wielded against the unspeakable terrors of the world, he will likely never truly recover from the ordeal.

GRUFF FACADE: Despite evidence to the contrary, Thondrir has a heart of gold. He tends to present the front of a grizzled veteran with on time for foolishness, though chinks in the armor often appear. Nowhere is this more pronounced than when in the presence of children—the dwarf seems to be a separate entity altogether then, doting and spoiling as if he were an endearing grandfather.

KIND-HEARTED: Thondrir means well, even when his words carry barbs. He thinks of himself as the "watchful uncle" of Steed's Samaritans—the wizened veteran whose presence keeps the up-and-coming members from getting themselves chewed to ribbons by the maw of some darkness-spawned horror. As such, he tends to go out of his way to take people under his wing, regardless of their willingness to comply.

VENGEFUL: The suffering of the downtrodden and the wake of tragedy gnaws at him—ignites an immutable fire within his very being. He knows too well what suffering such calamity inflicts upon those touched by it. His aim is to spare as many such pain as he can manage. And for those to whom such pain has already been visited? To visit terrible ruin upon whatever creature is the offending party.