Goran Nalthic Ftr1/Clr1
Goran Nalthic
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Goran Nalthic
CR 1 (0 xp)
Male Dwarf Fighter/Priest (Kord) 1/1
CG Medium humanoid
Init +1;
Senses Listen +2, Spot +2
Languages Common, Dwarven, Celestial
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AC 17, touch 11, flat-footed 17
hp: 11 (1d8+3) (1 HD)
Fort +4,
Ref +1,
Will +3
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Spd 20 ft.
Melee: +3 (1d8+3/x3 Battleaxe)
Ranged: +1 (1d6+3/2/10ft Throwing axe)
Base Atk +0;
Grp +3
Combat Possessions: Potion of CLW
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Abilities Str 17, Dex 12, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 15, Cha 11
SQ 60’ Darkvision; +2 to all saves vs spells and spell-like effects and poisons; Stonecunning; +2 to all Craft skill checks with metal or stone; +2 to all Appraise checks that have to do with stone or metal items; +1 to all Attack rolls against orcs and goblinoid creatures; +4 Dodge bonus against Giants.
Class Features Proficient with all Simple and Martial Weapons and all types of Armor and Shields, including Tower Shields; Can cast divine spells; Turn Undead; Spontaneous Casting of Cure spells; Cannot cast Evil spells;
Strength Domain Perform a feat of strength as a supernatural ability (enhancement bonus equal to cleric level and effect lasts one round/once per day);
Good Domain: Cast Good spells at +1 caster level.
Regional Trait: Touched in the Head
Benefit: Your mind is disorganized and chaotic. You gain a +1 bonus on all saving throws against mind-affecting effects, save for those effects that cause confusion or insanity.
Drawback: Your inability to concentrate for long makes you suffer a –1 penalty on all Wisdom-based skill checks.
Feats: Earth Sense
Skills : Concentration +5, Heal +5, Knowledge (Arcana) +3, Knowledge (Religion) +3, Spellcraft +3
Possessions: MW Steel Light Shield (+1 AC/-0 AC Penalty), Chainmail (+5 AC/-5 AC Penalty), Holy Symbol, silver (Kord), Backpack w/*crowbar (+2 Str check for opening things), *bedroll, mug, *Aleskin
*=inside pack
Coins: 1gp, 8sp,cp
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L1->Fighter1/Priest 1 HP: 11 (1d8+3); SP: 12 (2+1) x4 ); BAB +0; Fort +1, Ref +0, Will +1
Feats: Earth Sense:
Benefit: As long as you are touching the ground, you can take a move action to sense the number of creatures within 20 feet that are also touching the ground and the direction to each one. You cannot pinpoint the location of any creature with this feat.
Skills: Concentration +2, Heal +4, Knowledge (Arcana) +2, Knowledge (Religion) +2, Spellcraft +2 [/sblock]
[sblock=Background
“So you want to hear my tale do you? It must be a slow night at the Tankard if you think there is anything of interest about me, but if you are willing to keep my tankard full, I am willing to tell you a tale of betrayal, sorrow and redemption, but perhaps only in the eyes of one.”
“What’s that? You think you humans hold the throne for being able to turn a good life into a chamber pot? You know nothing of clan life lad, and I doubt even if I sat here with you a fortnight you would truly understand. My people are a proud race, quick to anger at a slight and should you truly do more than irritate them, they can lash out with all the fiery passion that the All Father put inside our breast. It is this that gives them their strength, the will to press onwards when others fall to the side, in short lad; it is what makes them a dwarf. It also sadly makes many of my kind as stubborn as the granite that the All Father carved the first dwarf out of when he wanted children of his own.”
“What’s that lad? You want to know why I do not place myself among them? Who said I didn’t? I just happen to have been given a gift that the All Father never planned on me discovering, the ability to say no. Wipe that confused look off your face and order us another round and I will tell you what I mean.”
“My father was a priest of the All Father, as was his father before him, and his father before him and when I was born; it was already decided that I would follow in their footsteps as well. Hell lad, even my name means “Honored Champion” in our tongue. Get that surprised look off your face, you think us champions are not allowed ale, even one weaker than a baby’s piss like this is? Oh, you mean why is it Kord’s medallion around my neck instead of the Hammer of the All Father? Like I said lad, I learned to say no.”
“Do you know what it is like to close your eyes and feel the earth beneath you? To be able to sense when someone is treading upon it near you, even if you do not know exactly where, you can feel them all the same? I do lad, it was the first manifestation of the All Father’s blessing upon me and to my clan it all but assured me a place at the celestial forge where the faithful return when they die. Yet here I sit, knowing that when the day of my last battle arrives, I will not go to the Forge, but to the Arena surrounded by my fellow brethren where we shall no longer know fatigue or injury. I look forward to that day lad, even though it has cost me much, I know it has been worth it.”
“Redgorge quickly grew too small for my presence the day that I announced I would not be entering the service of the All Father. You would have thought that I announced to the clan that I was taking up Hextor’s banner and planned to burn the city to the ground by the icy stares and turned backs that greeted me as I passed them in the streets. In their minds, I was ignoring a prized gift, one that some of the most devout brothers were not granted, to waste my life away as a simple miner. As I said lad, we are quick to feel a slight, so I grabbed my pack, and told a passing merchant that I would keep watch at night if he gave me food and ale. It was deal he was quick to take, even though he did not know at the time it would the last he ever traded with the dwarves of Redgorge.”
“Good thinking lad, you beat me to having to tell you refill our glasses. So where was I? Cauldron, our patron and great slumbering city. Do you see this scar on my face lad? I was given this my first night in Cauldron when I was deep in my cups and made one too many jests about the strength of elvish wine, as well as the manhood of those who drank it. I swear I thought the bastard had cut my eye out with that broken bottle and it took me a week before I could see out of my eye clearly again, but it took the man two months before he didn’t walk with a limp.”
“It was a wild time for me back then lad. I would make some coins here and there and as quickly as I did I would drink, wench, and eat them away, often in that order. Really lad, if you are going to collect tales in a bar, you mustn’t blush so easily. Not everyone is as pure as Artur Eld was, but it doesn’t mean we are all craven creatures. As Kord teaches, all contests are meant to be enjoyed, but never abused.”
“Time passed and my weaknesses soon caught up with me. I couldn’t hire myself out due to my drinking and my temper had me starting fights the few times I was allowed inside of the taverns. In short lad, I was a mess, but then it all changed. Kord entered my life by knocking me down into the mud and forcing me to stay there and admit that what strength I had was nothing without a purpose.”
“Father Hranleurt was throwing another competition in the plaza following a heavy rain and the prize for winning the wrestling match was a purse of coins that would have put a meal in my belly, a bottle in my hand, and maybe enough left over to have a real bed underneath me for the night. All I had to do was pin and hold this stick of a man down for three seconds, and it would be mine. Forcing my way to the head of the line, as I said lad, I was a mess back then, I took on the challenge and charged in like a bull. When I collided with the man, it was like I had run into a brick wall and before I could regain my bearings, he had my arm twisted behind my back, and my head racing towards the muddy ground. I struggled, cursed, and I think even managed to land a lucky shot into his groin, but his grip was like iron and slowly he began twisting my face until I nearly choked on the mud underneath me. Then as easily as I had been forced down, the same steely grip hoisted me back to my feet and smiled at me.”
“No lad, I didn’t try to punch him. There was just something in that look that said that if I would have tried, that his smile would have never wavered as he broke my arm. I was humiliated in public, the mighty dwarf brought low by a man who didn’t look to weigh more than five stones soaking wet, but who was strong lad, stronger than any man I had ever met before.”
“No lad, I think I have had enough for a night, but thank you for your offer. You have earned the right to hear the rest of this tale without going deeper into your own pockets. After the competition was over, I followed the brothers back to the temple and told them that I wanted to join the church. If Kord could give such strength to a willow, imagine the strength he could give me. They ignored my calls to them and closed the temple doors in my face. I was furious lad, furious at them for thinking they were better than me, furious for not throwing the punch even if it cost me a broken hand, and I vowed that I would gain entrance inside, no matter what it cost me.”
“For three days I stood outside the temple, three days with no food or water, three days of standing in my own waste when my body could not be denied, but as Kord is my witness, I stood there. When they would ask, what did I want and why did I stand before them, I would demand entrance and they would slam the door once more in my face. Then when my vision began to blur and my body began to shake against my will, I heard his voice. It was deep and powerful and it was right.”
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To learn strength, one must first learn to admit weakness. Ask for the strength to be made strong and it shall be given.”
“As if the brothers heard it also, the door opened once more and then time when they asked, my eyes grew weaker and I heard my own voice coming from what seemed a hundred paces away.”
“Help me.”
“From there lad, things have been as they were meant to be. My family still has not spoken to me, despite my letters to them, but I know in time Kord will help me with the battle with their heart as well. I have recently completed the last of my trials of priesthood, a different story for a different day lad, but do not doubt that I have not taken Kord’s lessons to heart. Life is meant to be lived to the fullest each day, always pushing yourself harder than you did the day before, and knowing that there will be a battle that you will not win one day, but to seek out that day instead of cowering away from it. I also know how the brother was able to defeat me so easily and one day I will also be strong enough to call upon Kord for that gift, but until then, I will bask in the strength I have been given and use it to be an example.”
“After all lad, I am an Honored Champion, just one who happened to say no to the All Father…”[/sblock]
[sblock=Appearance]
Goran is broad shouldered, heavily muscled, with a shaved head and a pair of predatory emerald eyes. Multiple piercings cover his face, from his eyebrows to his lips and a thin scar starts just below his right eye and curves to his chin, a reminder to never underestimate a man charging him with nothing more than a broken wine bottle. His armor is well worn, but serviceable, as is the battleaxe strapped across his back, with Kord’s symbol worked on its hilt. Around his neck is a silver medallion of Kord, but if anyone was able to examine it closely, they would see the many small dents and scratches that have accumulated on it since Goran first had it placed around his neck.[/sblock]
[sblock=Personality]While many priests preach about the wonders of their faith, Goran believes that the best sermons are delivered through action. As such, he does not mix words and he speaks his mind freely and bluntly. While he has been known to ruffle a few feathers among the other good clergymen he has encountered, especially those who have a less aggressive mindset than he does, none can argue that the paths he travels aren’t a little more interesting when he is around.[/sblock]
[sblock= Personal Details]Age: 62
Height: 4'10
Weight: 185
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown[/sblock]
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