Dogan "Dog" Stonewarden, Dwarf Male Barbarian 1 / Fighter 2
Hgt: 4'4; Wgt: 150; Eyes: Black; Hair: Bald, no beard; AL: CG
Str 16, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 6
Fort +8, Ref +4, Will +4
Atk +7 melee (2d6+4/19-20x2, Greatsword, (Masterwork)), +7 melee (1d4+4/20x2, Gauntlet (Spiked, Masterwork))
AC 15 (Studded Leather (Masterwork)),
HP 38
SA: Darkvision, Stonecunning, +2 on saves vs. Poison and Spells, +1 attack vs. Gobliniods and Orcs, +4 AC vs. Giants.
Feats/Skills: Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes, Quick Draw; Climb +9, Jump +9, Listen +6, Spot +2, Swim +2.
Equipment: Bag of Tricks (Gray), Greatsword (Masterwork), Quaal Feather Token (Whip), Gauntlet (Spiked, Masterwork), Potion (Cure Light Wounds) x 4, Potion (Enlarge at 5th Level), Sack, Studded Leather (Masterwork).
Coin(s): 19 gp
Background:
In his youth Dogan traveled with his clan to survey a possible mine site discovered in a nearby mountain pass. He remembers little except for a loud rumbling, falling boulders, and a sudden, painful impact. He is the sole survivor of that doomed survey mission.
Upon awakening, Dogan found himself in a steel cage rolling down the far side of the mountain pass. He could see other cages, ahead and behind, but none of his clan occupied them. Frantic to learn what had befallen his people he called out to those around him. They quickly related the horrible tale to him.
The slavers had seen the dwarves coming up the pass and had looked about for a spot where they could start a landslide. The plan had been for the landslide to block the pass behind the dwarves, giving them no room to retreat. Instead, the rockslide had rolled directly over them, leaving only Dogan alive. Dogan wept and vowed revenge for the murder of his family. As a reminder to him of that vow, Dogan shaved his head and beard, and keeps it that way to this day.
The two months spent rolling in his cage seemed like nothing compared to the 4 months spent on the slaver ship. Day after day of rocking to and fro, chained to a beam, as the ship made for its' destination. Food, when given, was moldy or rotten. Dogan watched many of the weaker elves and humans die, from a lack of food, or from eating the food given to them. His dwarven toughness was all them kept him alive.
Four months into the voyage the skies darkened and rain pounded down from the heavens. The sea turned violent and Dogan sat listening to the ship creak as each wave pounded into its' hull. Each wave seemed stronger than the last and Dogan quickly realized that the ship would soon break up under the onslaught.
Dogan called out to those chained with him to pull, and pull they did. Their fear of drowning, combined with the weakening of the beam by the wave action, gave them the strength that they need to break free. Dogan moved quickly to the bulk storage hold of the ship where he found the gear taken from him when captured. He also found other bits of interesting gear as he searched for his own. Having collected his gear, he moved out onto the main deck looking for a way to escape and was washed overboard.
Once again, Dogan awoke in unfamiliar surroundings. Like a piece of driftwood, he found himself deposited upon a wide, sandy beach seemingly devoid of life. As he sat pondering his actions, bits and pieces of the slaver vessal also began collecting on the beach. Food, supplies, and a large quantity of wood soon littered the beach.
Dogan spent close to a year on that sandy island, living off of the slavers supplies, until he was rescued by a passing military vessal. A vessel bound for a new land, well armed and ready to defeat whatever they faced, with the prospect of glory and ownership of lands made newly safe by their allies.
