Languages Common
Racial Traits Medium, Normal Speed, Bonus Feat, Skilled
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Traits
Trunau Native:
You were born and raised in the town
of Trunau, one of the few human settlements in the orc
dominated Hold of Belkzen. Orc attacks are an ever-present
threat, and like all Trunauans, you have made the Standing
Vow: to hold Trunau against all attackers, orc or otherwise, to
stand your ground, and to live free or die trying. Upon coming
of age, you were given a hopeknife—a small, sheathed dagger,
usually worn on a chain under your clothes—and taught how
to use it to take your own life to avoid capture by orcs, or to
grant the mercy of a quick death to the wounded. As a native,
you have served in Trunau’s militia, and fought alongside
Patrol Captains Kurst and Rodrik Grath. You begin play with
a hopeknife (a masterwork dagger), and your tenacity in the
face of adversity grants you a +1 trait bonus on Will saves.
Dwarf-Trained:
Dwarves are well acquainted
with the threats posed by giants and orcs, and
they have spent centuries honing their
techniques for fighting these foes. You have
trained with the dwarves and have learned
some of the tactics they use against their
hated enemies. You gain a +2 dodge bonus to AC
against creatures with the giant subtype (this
does not stack with the bonus granted by the
defensive training racial trait of dwarves and
gnomes) and a +1 trait bonus on attack rolls against
creatures with the orc subtype (this does not stack
with the bonus granted by the dwarf hatred racial
trait). Dwarves and gnomes can’t choose this trait.
Wealth: (7 gp, 3 sp, 1 cp)
Carrying Capacity:
Light (86 lbs or less); Medium (87-173 lbs.); Heavy (174-260 lbs.)
Current Load: 65.5
Age: 17, Height: 6'2", Weight: 210 lbs
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Description:
You behold a young, tall broad-shouldered, imposing man with very short brown hair, and the beginnings of a beard on his scowling face. He wears a well-worn suit of chainmail. This grim individual looks like he's never smiled in his life.
Personality:
Vors is big, mean and distant. With so many loved killed by the frequent orc raids, what's the point of making friends? He hates any attempt to "cheer him up". Vors has no illusions about how he will die: at the end an orc's axe or made or knife. Deep down, Vors Kiljayden would love to die and join his parents in Erastil's Sacred Hunting Grounds, but he would hate to let Trunau down by dying. As much as he hates his situation, it's all Vors have ever known.
Background:
Vors's mother, Ionnia, was Taladan, while his father, Sterk, clearly had Ulfen in his family tree. Vors's life was typical by most Trunau. He lost his mother to one orc raid when he was 7, and his father to another one when he was 11, two weeks before his Hopeblade birthday. Ever since the last of his family died, so did his innocence and joy. Vors anger problems started shortly after. It gotten so bad, no one in Trunau could house him for more than a few weeks. Vors began to throw himself into maintaining and manning the barracades when the Belzen orcs attacked. The only time Vors seemed remotely happy was when he was cutting down orc invaders.
