Male fighter 1
CG Medium humanoid
Init +1; Senses Perception +1, darkvision 60’
AC 20, touch 11, flat-footed 19 (4 dodge vs. giants)
hp 17 (1 HD; 1d10 + 3 CON + 3 feat + 1 FC )
Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +2; +2 vs. poison, spells, and spell-like abilities
Speed 20 ft.
Melee mw dwarven waraxe 2/x3), dagger 2/19-20)
Ranged dagger 2/19-20 – 10’)
Special Attacks +1 to hit orcs and goblinoids
Str 15, Dex 14, Con 17, Int 9, Wis 12, Cha 10
Base Atk 5 overrun, 3 to notice unusual stonework), Stealth -3, Swim +0**
Languages Common, Dwarven
SQ darkvision, slow and steady, weapon familiarity, craftsman, relentless, hardy, hatred, stonecunning
Equipment Item Cost Weight masterwork Breastplate 350gp 30lb heavy steel shield 20gp 15lb masterwork Dwarven Waraxe 330gp 08lb dagger 2gp 01lb morningstar 8gp 06lb masterwork backpack 50gp 04lb - trail rations(4days) 2gp 04lb - waterskin 1gp 04lb - flint and steel 1gp 00lb - masterwork artisan's tools 55gp 05lb - pitons(4) .4gp 02lb - hammer .5gp 02lb bedroll .1gp 05lb rope, hemp (50') 1gp 10lb beltpouch 1gp .5lb - potion: cure light 50gp 00lb - holy symbol,silver 25gp 01lb travler's outfit free 00lb Total Weight 97.5lb Money: GP:7 SP:8 CP:20 PP:0
- going to add more to background to explain this
- where I put his one skill point
“A naked dwarf that comes up out of the lake is sure to make a stir in any town, but in Perium it was just another odd day.” – Jeslle, fisherman’s daughter
But that was how Firtargath came too the small human settlement. Given the choice he won’t have survived his ordeal but fate is cruel, and Fir tends to think it likes to laugh at him as well.
While traveling across Lake Banna with a small entourage of dwarven shield brothers to reinforce the garrison of Dagen’s Hall, Fir and the others were set upon by a pack of demonic harpies. The creatures were part of the blockade to cut of the dwarven hall from the rest of the nation. The creatures weren’t out for an instant bloodletting as that seemed to easy and not as much fun. They instead stunned those they could, making them immobile, and then stripped them to the skin. They tossed everything overboard and then waited. After the dwarfs could move the foul creatures swooped in for the kill.
Fir was about to die when one of his brothers pushed him over the side shouting that someone had to live to tell what had happened. Agreeing reluctantly the dwarf made for the fog and thus was the only one to escape.
The small boat drifted silently across the still waters of Lake Banna, the only sounds were the oars in the water and the bird calls coming from the shoreline. Fir liked the quiet, it suited his mood.
The fisherman had agreed to take out the dwarf after he learned there was a possibility of recovered treasure. “And they say dwarves are greedy,” Fir thought as he remembered the look in the old man’s eyes. Sure there would be something to find here, but the dwarf was after more than a few relics that he may have a chance to recover, he also sought clues to any other survivors of that horrible day that found him stranded in a strange realm of strange (overly tall) people.
Scanning the shoreline he found what he had been looking for. A copse of spear trees pointing towards the sky like their namesake. The same one he was looking at the moment before the world erupted into chaos and harpy screams. “Stop. Right here,” he told the fisherman. “And be very quiet.”
Grateful to take a break the fisherman did as he was told and started to look around. “There’s nothing here,” he said a little to loudly his voice carrying across the water.
“Shhh! Ye flamin’ idiot. We can’t be sure they are all gone. Stay quiet!” Fir told him with a sharp whisper.
For half an hour they both sat still and quiet the dwarf scanning the lake, the trees, and the sky. While the human frowned at the dwarf stifling a yawn here and there.
After Fir thought them safe he started to take of the clothes he traded for back in Perium. He may have washed up on shore naked but after talking with a few of the more descent folk he took on a job helping the local blacksmith for a couple days and earned himself a few silver to pay for some clothes, a dagger, and rope. The rope lay heaped at the bottom of the boat and the dagger as at his belt.
Once he got himself down to his small clothes he tied the rope off around his waste and looked about the boat for someplace to tie the other end. There was really no good spot so he gave the end of the rope to the fisherman and told him to tie it around his waste also. Ready he dove into the cold grey water and pushed straight towards the bottom.
It took hours and in between some of his dives Fir would stay on the boat and watch for signs of trouble, catch his breath before once more going to the bottom of the lake. But in all those hours not once did he find something that could tell him if his shield-brothers had survived, if they had won out…
… And then it donned on him. He was bring up a dwarven pack that was waterlogged and near enough empty when he say the pile of items in the boat. There were weapons and armor, an silvered tankard that he remember always being on Brother Torege’s belt, and other personal items and gear, even a shield. If his brothers did survive they would have recovered all this themselves before heading to D- Hall. They were dead or worse taken captive by a bunch of maniacal, sadistic bird-women.
“New nets, maybe a second boat, oh and a hat…” it was the fisherman sitting before the pile of goods happily planning how to spend his share that snapped Fir out of his revere.
“We got enough! Let’s get out of here.” he said pulling himself into the boat.
“But, there is still plenty of room, and…” the human started to say.
“I’m done. You want more,” he gestured over the side. “But I doubt you can hold yur breath as long as me tho.”
Sullenly the man turned the boat around and headed back to Perium. Fir sat looking at the pile of loot not speaking. “A great bounty. That I would trade in an instant to have been able to save just one of my brothers.”