Here's my dwarven cleric. Check it out please, since I don't know why, but I'm not completly sure about the numbers this time.
[sblock=Claduron Dim]
Name: Claduron Dim
Hair: Red, like the fire's tounges. He uses his mustache braided and his beard loose.
Skin: Taned
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Ability scores
Str 14
Dex 10
Con 16 (+2 dwarf)
Int 10
Wis 18 (+2 dwarf)
Cha 11
AC: 10 +0(lvl/2) + 0 (dex) + 6 (armor)= 16
Defenses
For: 13
Ref: 10
Will: 15
HP: 28
Healing surges: 10/day, grants 14 hp
Initiative: +0
Senses:
Perception:11 insight:11
Speed: 5
Languages:Common, Elven
Alignment: Unaligned
Patron Deity: none
Racial features:
+2 on Dungeoneering and Endurance skills
Cast-Iron stomach (+5 vs poison)
Dwarven resilience: 2nd wind as minor action
Dwarven wpn prof: Proficient with throwing hammer and warhammer
Encumbered speed: No speed penalty for load or armor
Stand your ground: -1 square displacement at will. Can make a save against falling prone
Low light vision
Class features:
Simple weapons
Chainmail armor, leather hide, cloth.
Implenet: Holy symbol
Channel divinity: encounter power allows to turn undead and other special powers
Healer's Lore: add wis mod to healed hit points
Healing word: grants additional resilience
Ritual caster
Skills (trained):
Religion +9
Insight+9
Heal +9
Arcana +5
Dungeoneering +2
Endurance +9
Feats: Dwarven weapon training
Basic Attack: Melee
Warhammer +4 1d10+4 dmg
Powers (2/1/1/0)
At-will powers: Lance of Faith, Priest's Shield
Encounter Powers: Divine Glow
Daily Powers: Beacon of Hope
Rituals:
Gentle repose
Comprehend lenguage
Make hole
Equipment:
Chainmail (40 gp)
Backpack (2 gp)
Bedroll (1 sp)
Warhammer (15 gp)
Pouch belt (1 gp)
Rope (1 gp)
Waterskin (1 gp)
Rations(10 days) (5 gp)
Gentle repose comp.(10 gp)
Comprehend lenguage comp. (10 gp)
Make Hole (15 gp)
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[sblock=Background]
Born in the under mountain city of his kind, Claduron quickly learned the ways of discipline and religion from his father, the clan's patriarch. He learned the devotion for Moradin, and soon, he became the god's most abdicated servant. The priests saw that devotion in the young dwarf's heart, and with the permission of his father, they offered Calduron to follow the path of Moradin's holy warriors. Melduron, Calduron's father was happy to see his son becoming the first cleric among his clan. But with a new role comes new responsibilities. Claduron had to go to walk the world, and spread Moradin's justice and devotion to anyone willing to hear him. So he set off, with no fixed course. The solemnity of the goodbye was such, that not Calduron nor his clan said a word. But the looks in their faces was enough. They will gather again, by that moment in life or death, it didn't matter. Calduron promised himself he will honor his ancestors, his clan and his god, and then he could return to his homelands.
After journeying for several month, Calduron arrived to the town of Brindol, a distressed place, were the scent of war and death filled the air. The dwarf thought that this was the perfect place to show what dwarves are made of. He decided to help this people, in their moment of need.[/sblock]