Here is a 2nd draft of character with background. And 1st Draft of Shield Story.
Character Information
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Name: Brodin Stoneheart
Race: Dwarf
Class: Ranger 3/ Fighter 4
EXP – 24,500
Sex: Male
Age: 52
Height: 4’2"
Weight: 166lbs.
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Skin: Caucasian
Alignment: Neutral Good
Deity: Dol Dorn
STR 16 +3
DEX 14 +2 [+1 4th Lvl]
CON 15 +2 [+2 Racial]
INT 12 +1
WIS 12 +1
CHA 10 +0 [- 2 Racial]
HP: 62 [8 + 6 + 6 + 7 + 7 + 7 + 7 + (14 Con)]
Init: + 2
BAB/Grapple: +10/ +10
Speed: 20 Ft.
AC: 20 [+5 Armor/ +3 Shield/ +2 Dex]
Touch/Flatfooted: 14 / 18
Fort: +9 (Con +2/Ranger +3/Fighter +4)
Ref: +6 (Dex +2/Ranger +3/Fighter +1)
Will: +3 (Wis +1/Ranger +1/Fighter +1)
Climb +13 (+10 Ranks/+3 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Craft [Armorer] +4 (+1 Ranks/+1 Stat/+2 Bonus)
Craft [Weaponsmith] +4 (+1 Ranks/+1 Stat/+2 Bonus)
Handle Animal +5 (+5 Ranks/+0 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Heal +3 (+2 Ranks/+1 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Hide +5 (+3 Ranks/+2 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Jump +13 (+10 Ranks/+3 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Know [Dungeon] +2 (+1 Ranks/+1 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Know [Nature] +3 (+2 Ranks/+1 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Listen +5 (+4 Ranks/+1 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Move Silent +5 (+3 Ranks/+2 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Search +5 (+4 Ranks/+1 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Spot +5 (+4 Ranks/+1 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Survival +8 (+7 Ranks/+1 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Swim +6 (+3 Ranks/+3 Stat/+0 Bonus)
Languages
Dwarven
Common
Feats/ Special Abilities:
Darkvision – 60’
Stonecutting
Stability
+2 vs. Poison
+2 vs. Spell/ Spell-Like
Racial Weapon – Waraxe/ Urgosh
+1 Attack vs. Orc/ Goblinoids
+4 Dodge vs. Giant Class
+2 Appraise vs. Stone/ Metal
+2 Craft vs. Stone/ Metal
1st - Open Mind
RF – Track
RF – Armor Proficiency [All]
RF – Shield Proficiency
RF – Martial Weapons Proficiency [All]
RF – Simple Weapons Proficiency [All]
RA – Favored Enemy – Undead
RA – Wild Empathy [+5]
2nd – RF – Two Weapon Fighting
3rd – Improved Shield Bash
RF – Endurance
4th – FF – Over-sized Two-Weapon Fighting
5th – FF – Weapon Focus [Dwarven Waraxe]
6th – Mror Stalwart
7th – FF – Weapon Specialization [Dwarven Waraxe]
Personal Equipment - Lb.
Black Explorer Outfit 0.0 0.00
Ring [of Sustenance] 0.0 2,500.00
Ring [of Feather Fall] 0.0 2,200.00
Brooch [of Shielding] 0.0 1,500.00
Mithral Shirt [+1] 10.0 2,100.00
Mithral Heavy Shield [+1 Bashing] 5.0 5,020.00
Dwarven Waraxe [+1] 8.0 2,330.00
Warhammer [MW] 5.0 312.00
Shortsword 2.0 10.00
Dagger [2] 2.0 4.00
Money Pouch 0.5 1.00
* Wealth [15 Pp/25 Gp/6 Sp/2 Cp 1.0 175.62
Bandolier [MW] - 12 1.5 5.00
Flint/Steel 0.0 1.00
Whetstone 1.0 .02
Chalk [x10] 0.0 .10
Candle [x6] 0.0 .06
ID Paper [MW] 0.0 5.00
Travel Papers 0.0 .20
Potion Belt [MW] - 10 1.0 60.00
Potion (Cure Light) [x10] 1.0 500.00
Heward’s Handy Haversack 5.0 2000.00
LP – Mess Kit 1.0 2.00
LP – Water Skin [x3] 12.0 3.00
LP – Trail Rations [x6] 6.0 3.00
CP – Gray Explorer Outfit [x2] 16.0 20.00
CP – Bedroll 5.0 0.10
CP – Silk Rope – 50’ [x2] 10.0 20.00
CP – Grappling Hook 4.0 1.00
CP – Sack [x3] 1.0 0.30
CP – Vial (Oil) [x4] 4.0 0.40
CP – Sun Rod [x12] 12.0 24.00
RP – Vial (Oil) [x2] 2.0 0.20
RP – Scroll Case 0.5 1.00
RP – Silk Rope – 50’ 5.0 10.00
RP – Grappling Hook 4.0 1.00
RP – Healer’s Kit 1.0 50.00
RP – Thieves’ Tools 1.0 30.00
RP – Everburning Torch 1.0 110.00
19,000.00
Personal Weight 37.0
Travel Weight 5.0
Total Weight 42.0
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History
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A Brief History of Brodin Stoneheart of Clan Kardurun
As told by Jagrin Garokdur (Elder)
Description
His name is Brodin Stoneheart and he is a scion of Clan Kardurun from the northern reaches of the Mror Holds. He is of average for the people of that region (4’2” and 164 lbs.). But his bright red hair and dark green eyes are both rare and proof he carries the blood of the southern clans. He wears his hair long, kept in a warrior’s braid, while keeping his beard relatively short. But the most distinctive feature of the young dwarf is the determined and steady air that seems to permeate his very soul.
Prologue
His parents met over sixty-three years ago, in the city of Korunda’s Gate, in the northern Mror Holds. Brodin’ fathers was Rurik Stoneheart, his mother’ Vala Loderr, a distant and unmarked member of House Kundarak. They met at time when both were just beginning their apprenticeships, but they each recognized each other as soul mates. And so their love flourished over the next 10 years and shortly after finishing their training the two were married. An Artificer of some skill Vala worked in the enclave of House Kundarak creating and fixing whatever was needed, while Rurik took a position as a Lieutenant and trainer of the House Guard. And so there lives seemed to settle, becoming all that much brighter when Vala discovered she was with child. Even more amazing was when the Healer confirmed that she would have twins.
And so the children’, Brodin (Male) and Diesa (Female), birth became an event celebrated by the whole of both the Clan and House. Many saw them as an omen for a brighter future. And it was firmly within the love and encouragement of both family and community that the two grew into fine examples of all that is great about Dwarves. As if to cap this happy time young Diesa developed a Dragonmark shortly before beginning her apprenticeship, as an Artificer, securing her place within the Holds. But Brodin would take a much longer and lonelier, though no less important, road for his training. Because while growing up it was discovered that Brodin possessed a personality and knack for certain skills that were invaluable to the Dwarven homeland. He had heard tales of the Sentinels and Deep Wardens, the dwarves that patrolled the far ranges and entrances to the Holds, but had never actually met one until the day Jagrin Garokdur arrived at his families home. When offered training there was little hesitation, both by him and his family, and shortly thereafter he began his study as a Sentinel (Ranger).
So he passed the next decade learning about weapons and dungeoneering. But more importantly he learned to hone his senses, his first line of defense, against encroaching enemy. And it would be those very skills that would save both his and his mentors lives, early in his training. While helping patrol one of the older mines Brodin heard a light scuffling sound coming towards him from further down the cavern he was checking. With barely enough time to find cover he watched as a trio of Ghouls traveled past in search of food. Moving as quiet and stealthily as possible he followed them as they moved towards his teachers last location. When he arrived he say the creature feast on something, though he couldn’t make out what it was for sure. No sooner had he decided to attack then he spotted his mentor hiding on a small ledge near-by, watching the horrendous creatures waiting for his own opening to attack. As if watching in slow motion Brodin’ mentor sprung from hiding cleaving one of the creatures in two. But the other two creatures saw Jagrin as nothing but food and moved to attack. Most of the strikes were easily avoided or deflected, but a few got thru, leaving the teacher bloody. This only served to spur the foul creatures to redouble their attacks. But it was at that very same moment that Brodin used their distraction to launch his own attack. While not as experienced as his teacher he managed to land a blow that would make a giant proud. Because with that one blow he was able to fell one of the Ghouls and reduce the threat to his mentor. The remaining ghoul sought to escape but having nowhere to run attack with a ferocity born of desperation. In a matter of moments though Brodin and his mentor quickly felled the beast. And while he learned much over the years both in the caves and out, the battle with the Ghouls was one of his fondest memories.
But as with most it was tempered with sadness. A short time later (by Dwarven standards) his apprenticeship came to an end. While he was glad for the chance to return home and be able to see his family, Brodin was also filled with dread of the prospect having grown used to the isolation and constant state of readiness for battle. Though those thoughts were minor compared to the events that would soon transpire, for it was a future in the wake of the Day of Mourning.
Because you see as is apt to happen when least expected, misfortune would strike a well-placed blow. If not for the War that shaped all of Khorvaire for a century many would have stayed settled and focused on there crafts and their children and this story would be done. But in the midst of war seldom did such happy endings occur. These particular dark days had began a few years earlier when Rurik and Vala, along with much of Clan Kardurun, were assigned to a delegation sent to Cyre. They saw nothing amiss since they would return in plenty of time to see their children return from their training. Unfortunately it was only a year after their arrival that the Day of Mourning would occur. In one swift blow, Clan Kardurun was almost completely obliterated from the face of the planet. And so Brodin found his training complete but with no family left in the Holds to defend.
His normal inclination would have been to return to the caves and underground passages where he was most comfortable. But the spirit within him drove Brodin to find a new path. And after talking with the remaining elder of his Clan he made ready to leave the Hold’s for what lay beyond. “Maybe I will go to the city of Sharn. It is supposed to be a place rife with adventure.” He thought.
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Sorry it is kinda long and I need another draft but here is the story of how I got the Shield.
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The Tale of the Elven Princess
It was a cold and rainy night many miles east of the town of Vathirond in Breland. But instead of enjoying a warm fire and cold mug of ale, Brodin Stoneheart found himself trudging thru mud following the tracks of his quarry. But his mind was a whirl with the vision of the scene on the road earlier. It was literally covered in a blanket of bodies and bones. “They have taken the girl. You must find her, please! The creatures were traveling that way [southeast].” The only elven warrior still alive had said before he died of blood loss. “Skeletons don’t act alone! Where is there master? And what does he want with the girl? Who is she?” he thought to himself as he checked the ground again.
Shortly Brodin would have answers to at least a few of his questions. As he crested a hillock he saw the foul undead creature standing in a clearing of a short ways away. The girl moved but only barely as if drugged while being restrained by some of the skeletons. Though no master of the arts of concealment he was able to move around the clearing and find his objective, namely the master to these foul beasts. Though it was hard to make out physical features as he was wrapped in a voluminous robe. The man seemed to be preparing for what Brodin could only guess was a sacrifice. Not knowing how much longer he had, Brodin sprung into action and charged toward the man. Unfortunately Dwarven legs being how they are he wasn’t able to reach the man before his minions moved to block Brodin’ charge. But also like many of his race he is stubborn when focused. And he waded thru the mass of undead on his way to their master. The robed one must have become very nervous because with Brodin only a short distance away he cast forth a ball of fire that exploded with the force volcano’s explosion. But again he underestimated the determination of dwarves. And never had he faced an angrier dwarf than the one the stepped out of the conflagration in front of him. Though his armor and shield were in tatters he hefted his Waraxe and cleaved the robed individual from shoulder to hip. With the death of the robed one the undead soon fell where they stood, the unholy magic gone with its source. Quickly he checked the girl and after determining she would be fine he sat down in the muck and mud to rest. And soon slumber found him.
Brodin awoke some time later to a young face looking back at him from much closer than he was comfortable being. After extracting himself he introduced himself and stated they should be on their way. And after a quick meal they set out for the town of Vathirond, though Brodin moved them away from the road where the other elves had been massacred. The girl, never far from Brodin’ side, was quite to the point of never once complaining even as the road became difficult. Making good time they arrived at the town just before sundown. While she spoke not a work, letting Brodin ask and answer his own questions with only nods for here part, he found that she was traveling to Sharn as well. Having nothing better to do, and worrying about her, he booked the both passage on the Lightning Rail. But any worries would soon be lessened at their arrival in Sharn. Almost as the Lightning Rail docked at the terminus the girl almost jumped from the carriage into the arms of a regally attired elf. Introductions were made and Brodin discovered that the girl was his daughter. Feeling she would be safe Brodin made way to travel on. But as he was leaving the girl surprised him with a kiss on the cheek and hug to make a bear proud.
The final chapter to this story would not come to pass for many months. But one day while he relaxed a small retinue of elves in full approached Brodin. They spoke but little beyond saying that this was a gift from Gerron Kyros, the betrothed of Valia Falanashir, with his deepest thanks. And before he could even open the package they were gone. The content have become his most prized possessions, for sentimental reasons that far outweigh the material.
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