New stat block:
Name Cromwell of St. Richard’s
Orc Male 2
Concept: Pious Soldier.
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 220 lbs
Eyes: Red-irised.
Hair: Black, and military short.
Age: 23
Initiative: +0 [+0 Dex]
Speed: 20 ft. (4 squares); normally 30 ft., modified by breastplate
Defense: +4 [+2 BDB, +2 Shield]
Soak: 9 [+3 Con, +6 Armour]
BAB: +2
*melee +7 mace (1d8+3, 10/+0)
*melee +5 sap (1d6+3 nonlethal, 10/+0)
*ranged +2 Javelin (1d6+3, 10/+0, 30 ft.)
Full Attack: ---
Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.
Special Attacks: ---
Special Qualities: Darkvision 60 ft., Orc Blood.
Saves: Fortitude 2/+5, Reflex 1/+1, Will 1/+3.
Abilities: Str 16, Dex 10, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 6.
Skills: Diplomacy 5/+3, Heal 3/+5, Intimidate 5/+3, Knowledge (Local) 2/+3, Knowledge (Religion) 5/+6, Knowledge (Warfare) 5/+6
Feats: Light Armor Proficiency, Medium Armor Proficiency, Simple Weapons Proficiency, Shield Proficiency, Endurance, Weapon Focus: Mace
Languages: Common, Orc, Goblin.
Equipment:
* Worn/Carried: explorer’s outfit, dagger, wooden holy symbol of Kettenek, 5 javelins, masterwork heavy mace, manacles, sap, +1 breastplate, heavy steel shield, waterskin, sling
* In Backpack: bedroll, winter blanket, 50 feet of hemp rope, 4 torches.
* In Pouch: flint and steel, whetstone, 7 gold pieces, 3 silver pieces, 4 copper pieces, 10 sling bullets.
Appearance: Cromwell is tall and broad, as befits his Orcish heritage. He gives a very solid impression- having him standing at your side is like having a mountain: large, immovable, and powerful. His hair is black (again, granted to him by his heritage) and kept short in the military style (lacking technology for a buzz cut, this simply means very short). He keeps his rampant facial hair regularly shaved, again according to regulations. His skin and facial features are clearly not human. His skin has a slight grey-green tinge, and although his forehead is higher than those of most of his kin, and his nose is not quite as upturned, he still possesses the vaguely porcine look of his forbears. Anyone who simply saw a picture of Cromwell might find this stoic-looking half-Orc somewhat comic, but no one in his presence doubts his deathly seriousness, which is sometimes off-putting in and of itself.
One advantage of his appearance is that, as a corporal, any edge in intimidation (such as tusks) is a plus when he is performing his NCO duties….
Background: Cromwell doesn't know who birthed him, and doesn't care. His family are the priests who raised him, and the family patriarch is Kettenek, whom he regards as a strong, strict, but loving father figure. Cromwell (named by the monks of the monastery of St. Richard) was given to the church as a baby, the unwanted and unfortunate byproduct of an Orcish raid. He believes with a fanatic's blind faith in everything Kettenek stands for, and although the Lord of Winter has chosen to give others greater talents in spellcasting and fighting, he will serve wherever his God sends him. Currently, that is as a member of the militia if Seven, working against the coming of the Goblins.
Cromwell is a Corporal in the militia, and was in nominal command of the rag-tag band of adventurers. He had hoped that he, with the Lord’s aid, would be up to the task of seeing the young men and women under his command safely through the coming troubles.
He was wrong.
Only one of his original command remains. One is stricken by wounds of an unknown and possibly necromantic nature. Two were inexplicably murdered, a third went missing immediately after, and the last is missing in action. Among the dead is his Commander’s daughter, someone for whom Cromwell felt a implied but strong responsibility for. The fact that he was, primarily of injury but partially of shock, utterly useless following the earthquake around which much of the tragedy centered only added to his guilt- and then it all exploded in an event which shook his self-confidence to its core. A casual aspersion cast upon his ancestry at his moment of extremity, no worse than any other he had heard, broke through his shell and caused his tightly repressed emotion to spill out into the savage beating of a priest. It is lucky for Cromwell that the priest was not of Kettenek’s faith, or his jailer may well have found himself looking after either a catatonic or a suicide. As it is, Cromwell’s sense that his punishment is just wars with his sense of duty: his last charge is still alive and well, and he can do nothing to help him.
Personality: Cromwell is taciturn, serious, and professional- all in all, a model soldier. The rigid discipline of Kettenek’s monastery drove out almost all traces of the fabled Orcish rage. Even when he is fighting, Cromwell keeps rigid control over any residual bloodlust, instead slowly and methodically demolishing the foe through concentration and drill, which is not particularly flashy or technically accomplished but certainly effective.
His entire existence is fueled by the belief that Order and Law, as personified by Kettenek, are the cornerstones of a well-led existence and a well-maintained society. He does his own small part to both advance and personify those concepts, and believes that, despite the smallness of his actions, they are a worthy offering to Kettenek.
The loss of several of the men and women under his command, combined with an almost unique lapse in his control over his inherited rage, has left Cromwell with the feeling that he has betrayed Kettenek by failing his God-given duty and going against all Kettenek stands for. Having recovered his senses, he waits out his punishment with an outward stoicism which belies stewing guilt and self-hatred. Anything like a second chance would strike him as Kettenek reaching out a forgiving hand to a wayward son and saying One more chance, boy. Shape up or ship out.
It is a call Cromwell will gladly answer, and perhaps die trying in the attempt.
-- Build Notes --
Level 1 [12 CP build]
bab: 0.5 + 0.5 [2 CP]
base saves: +1 Fort [auto]
skill points: 4 [Auto] +1 [Int] = 5x4 = 20
feats: light ap [auto], simple wp [auto], Weapon Focus: Mace [4], Shield Proficiency [3], Medium Armor Proficiency [3]
Level 2 [8 CP build]
bab: 0.5 + 0.5 [2 CP]
base saves: +1 Fort [auto], +1 Ref, +1 Will [2 points]
skill points: 4 [Auto] +1 [Int] = 5
feats: Endurance [4]
Old stat block:
Cromwell of Saint Richard's
Half-Orc Warrior 1/Fighter 1
Hit dice: 1d8+1d10+6+2 (hp 21)
Initiative: +0
Speed: 20 ft. (4 squares); normally 30 ft., modified by scale mail
Armor Class: 18 (+6 armor, +2 shield), Touch 10, Flat-footed 18
Base Attack/Grapple: +2/+5
Attack: +6 Melee (1d8+3, Heavy mace) or or +5 melee (1d6+3 nonlethal, sap) or +2 ranged (1d6+3, javelin)
Full Attack: +6 Melee (1d8+3, Heavy mace) or or +5 melee (1d6+3 nonlethal, sap) or +2 ranged (1d6+3, javelin)
Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.
Special Attacks: None
Special Qualities: Darkvision 60 feet, Orc blood
Saves: Fortitude +7, Reflex +0, Will +2
Abilities: Str 16, Dex 10, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 6
Skills: Knowledge (Religion) +5, Knowledge (Local Area) +2, Intimidate +3, Heal +3
Feats: Weapon Focus (Heavy Mace), Improved Toughness
Equipment: Backpack, bedroll, winter blanket, dagger, explorer's outfit, flint and steel, wooden holy symbol of St. Cuthbert, 5 javelins, masterwork heavy mace, manacles, belt pouch, 50 feet of hemp rope, sap, +1 breastplate, heavy steel shield, 4 torches, waterskin, wetstone, 7 gold pieces, 3 silver pieces, 4 copper pieces.
Languages: Common, Orc, and Goblin.
Cromwell doesn't know who birthed him, and doesn't care. His family are the priests who raised him, and the family patriarch is St. Cuthbert, whom he regards as a strong, strict, but loving father figure. Cromwell (named by the monks of the monastary of St. Richard) was given to the church as a baby, the unwanted and unfortunate byproduct of an Orcish raid. He believes with a fanatic's blind faith in everything St. Cuthbert stands for, and although the Saint of the Cudgel has choosen to give others greater talents in spellcasting and fighting, he will serve wherever his God sends him. Currently, that is as a member of the malitia if Seven.
Cromwell is a Corporal in the militia of Seven, and in nominal command of the rag-tag band of adventurers. He hopes that he, with the Saint’s aid, will be up to the task of seeing the young men and women under his command safely through the coming troubles.