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I don't know if dialogue color has already been selected, but I'm going with green myself, if that's okay.

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Firblain the headsplitter

Dwarf Barbarian//Ranger
True Neutral

STR 16 +3
DEX 12 +1
CON 18 +4
INT 10
WIS 12 +1
CHA 08 -1

BAB +1
F/R/W (base) 2/2/0

HP 19 (d12 + con + feat)

Skills

Climb +6 (4 ranks + 3 str - 1 armor)
Heal +5 (4 ranks +1 wis)
Knowledge Nature +4 (4 ranks)
Jump +6 (4 ranks + 3 str -1 armor)
Listen +3 (2 ranks + 1 wis)
Survival +5 (4 ranks + 1 wis)
Speak Language (Dover, Common)

Languages
Common
Dwarven
Dover


Feats

1 Toughness

Class Abilities

Fast Movement +10ft
Rage 1/day
Track
Favored Enemy: Goblins

Gear

Greataxe +4 atk / 1d12 +4 dmg (2 handed)
Dwarven Waraxe +4 atk / 1d10 +3 dmg (1 handed w/ Shield)

Studded Leather Armor (AC 16)
Heavy Wooden Shield (AC 18)

Rations
Flint/Steel
50ft Rope

Character Background

Spoiler:

Firblain was never looking for a fight, but fights always seem to find him. Even when he was just a grau hiding under his mothers apron, the family dogs would nip and bite at him. When the clan bully had a bad day, it was always Firblain that he ran into. He didn't fight back though. Not in the beginning. When he'd come home and his father'd ask him where the bruises came from, he lied and said he tripped. He could tell that his father didn't believe him, but he allowed his son to keep his story. What good is a boy that you have to force to fight for himself?

Growing up with the resentment of his father, and the attentions of the bullies, his one refuge was his mother. Without questioning him, she cared for and patched him up when he came home bruised and bleeding. Without a word, she showed him her love for him.

When the news came, he was in the mines. The workers grabbed picks and axes and ran back towards the settled caverns. It had not been a battle; it was a slaughter. Bodies of women and children lay hacked apart, viciously torn asunder by small hands with small weapons. The cavern was filled with the shouts of pain and the cries of anguish as families were reunited.

Firblain found her by the children. She had tried to protect them. Sinking down to the ground, he cradled his mother in his arms. Silent tears flowed down his cheeks. Placing her down, he gently laid her cloak over her. Turning aside, he went into his house. Grabbing his fathers waraxe from above the mantle, he left the empty house and ran to join his fellow workers.

At the first sight of the goblins, the years of repressed anger was released into the creatures skull, shattering it. A righteous fury overtook him, and he slew all that he could find.


Years pass.


After that battle, he could never let a challenge go unanswered. The bullies learned quick, and the news spread faster of this dwarve that could survive any fight. The day he quit the mines to go out on his own, his father presented him the same waraxe. Without a word, he took it and left.