HP 65/65, AC 17, T 12, FF 15, CMD 21, F +7, R +4, W +5, Init +6, Per +10
About Vors Garess
Vors Garess
Crunch:
Male Human Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager) 6
NG Medium Human
Init +6; Senses Perception +10
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DEFENSE
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AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 15 (+3 Armour, +2 Dex, +2 Natural)
hp 65 (+6 favoured class)
Fort +7, Ref +4, Will +5
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OFFENSE
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Spd 30 ft.
Melee Master crafted Cold-iron Greatsword +11/+6(2d6+4/19-20/x2)
.. Master crafted Cold-iron Greatsword, Power Attack +9/+4(2d6+10/19-20/x2)
.. Dagger +9/+4(1d4+3/19-20/x2)
Ranged Javelin +8/+2(1d6+3/x2/30 ft.)
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STATISTICS
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Str 16, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 10
Base Atk +6/+1; CMB +9, CMD 21
Feats Improved Intiative, Iron Will, Power Attack, Weapon Focus (Greatsword)
Traits Highlander, Noble born (Garess)
Skills Climb +8, Knowledge (Nobility) +6, Perception +10, Ride +8, Stealth +12, Survival +10
Languages Common
Combat Gear Dagger, Cold-iron Greatsword (Master crafted), Greatsword, Javelin x2, Studded Leather armour
Other Gear Amulet of Natural Armour +2, Backpack, Bedroll, Flint and Steel, Trail rations x7, Signet Ring, Torches x3, Waterskin, Whetstone, Winter Blanket, Cold Weather outfit, Travellers outfit, 484.85 gp
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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Fast movement Rage - 16/day, +4 to Strength and Constitution, +2 to Will saves, -2 AC (+2 to hit, +2 damage, and +12 hp)
Rage Power Knockback, Knockdown, Strength surge
Invulnerability DR 3/-
Extreme Endurance Cold 1
Background:
Multiple candles and a roaring fire illuminated the room as the middle-aged woman put down her goose quill, looking at the elegantly written page before her. “What are you working on this late mother?“ a young dark haired man leaning against the doorframe asked. “I am securing the story of your father for future generations.” A tired smile played on her lips as she answered her son. “But why now, father died years ago?” came the reply. “House Garess is spreading filthy lies now that your grandmother Lady Ionnia died.” She spat, not trying to hide her contempt.
Stiff from the hours spent in front of the writing desk, she moved to a more comfortable chair by the fireplace. “Let me tell you what little, he shared with me,” she began and pointed to another chair. “Your father was born on the slopes of the Golushkin Mountains into the House Garess, that much you know.” She paused and then continued: “He was the result of an affair between your grandmother and a Numerian tribesman.”“Father was a bastard?” the young man burst out. “Yes,” came the short flat reply. ”Yet the blood of House Garess flowed strong in his veins and yours for that matter. The story goes that your great-grandfather acknowledged this, before he scolded his daughter,” she continued.
She reached for a goblet and poured herself a glass of wine before returning to her story. “Your father never talked much about his youth. I think, it saddened him, that he chose to leave, but he did, what he thought would protect your grandmother. That is why he came to these lands.”
Letting her words sink in, she took a sip of her wine. ”In fact your father only told me one story about his childhood. He must have been 7-8 years old. A dwarf set out to hunt in the mountains and your father begged him to go along. The old geezer let him tag along, but made him work for it. Your father used to gets this smile when he told the story, I think it is one of his happiest childhood memories.”
The young Vors’ mixed heritage couldn’t be kept a secret in his late teens. The boy was taller than most of the other Talden men and marked brawnier. The classic bronze skin tone and brown hair helped maintain the illusion in his childhood but his steel grey eyes had that Kellish hue.
