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2 posts. Alias of Darknaut.


Full Name

Wulfgar Hammerfall

Race

Frost Dwarf

Classes/Levels

Wounds: 0 | Pace: 5 | Parry: 6 (7 w/shieldf) | Toughness: 5 (7 w/chain shirt) | Concentration: 0 | Bennies: 3 | AB: Miracles

Deity

Tiw

Strength 6
Dexterity 8
Constitution 6
Intelligence 6
Wisdom 8
Charisma -2

About Wulfgar Hammerfall

Eyes: Black | Hair: White
Languages: Frost Dwarf, Saxa, Trade

Sp:d8 Sm:d6 V:d6 St:d6 A:d8

Pace: 5 | Parry: 6 (7 w/Shield) | Toughness: 5 (7) | Charisma: -2

Hindrances:
Racial: Heat Leathargy, Insular, Slow -
-1 Pace, -2 Charisma w non-Dwarfs, -1 to Rolls while heat is >53.
Orders - Sword of Tiw (Paladin)
Bloodthirsty (major) - Being present at the massacre of Kadar Kahn really traumatized him. He is has no qualms about slaughter now.
Vengeful: Will right any wrong done to him. (I'm taking it as a major even though I won't get extra points.
Habit - Drinking/smoking/whoring to excess to attempt to numb the pains.

Edges:
Arcane Background: Miracles
(2 spells, disciple of Tiw)

Spells:
Forge the Weapon
(Smite) Trapping: Coldfire - The weapon glows with the cold heat of a coldfire forge as if it has just been drawn out. +2/+4 weapon damage, anything damaged may catch fire.
Forge the Hand (Warrior's Gift) Trapping: Light shines out of the recipient's eyes, mouth, nostrils, and ears as Tiw's blessing takes hold.

Skills:
Faith (Sp): d8
Fighting (A): d8
Throwing (A): d4
Intimidation (Sp): d4
Knowledge: Battle (Sm): d6
Notice (Sm): d6
Survival (Sm): d4
Persuasion (Sm): d4
Riding (A): d4

The sacking Karad Nam was a swift, brutal, and bloody. The small dwarven holdfast was relatively new, founded less than fifty years ago; now it lay in ruins. The orcs swept through and butchered every man, woman, child, and animal they found. The Swords of Tiw rose up to defend but only succeeded in sheltering what dwarves they could within their temple. The sack was quick because the orcs were on their way to Ostvik to begin what has now become a 2 year siege. The defeat of the paladins by the orcish hordes incurred the wrath of Tiw, who renounced His blessings once the fighting had ceased. No dwarf was unaffected, certainly not the young acolyte Wulfgar Hammerfall.

The dwarves scattered to the winds, many of the depowered paladins became mercenaries, so too did Wulfgar. The horrors of slaughter he witnessed during the sack left him an angry drunk, quick to pick fights, quick to tell tales of the violence. He spiraled out of control and found himself at rockbottom one night after a particularly humiliating job followed by a defeat in a tavern brawl to a soberer opponent. In the rain and filth and vomit of the alleyway, Wulfgar broke down. He raged at the heavens, hollering himself hoarse, then sobbed. Finally he dragged himself to a particularly deep puddle of rain water and plunged his face in, hoping to drown. But the fight would not leave him so prayed to Tiw "I am garbage, less than nothing. Let me be your refuse, your shell. Give me the strength, shape me to Your will." And all at once he felt the holy fervor well in his chest once more; a vision of Tiw's herald dragged him from the puddle and set him on his feet. "There is work to be done."

Gear: Short Sword (Str +d6), Small Shield with Tiw's symbol emblazed (+1 Parry)
Chain Shirt (+2 Toughess on chest and arms), robes of the order, boots, and gloves.
Backpack, water skin, bedroll, large tanned hide for tent/lean-to, 60' rope, flint.

Assuming we begin with 500g, I have not a penny remaining.