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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ethandrew" data-source="post: 3587842" data-attributes="member: 17456">[sblock=Kirrg Vrolo]Male Half-Orc Cleric 6th Level EXP: 15815Alignment: CGAbilities: (32)STR - 16 (6 Points; +2 Racial)DEX - 8 (0 Points)CON - 14 (6 Points)INT - 10 (4 Points; -2 Racial)WIS - 17 (10 Points; +1 Level Increase)CHA - 12 (6 Points; -2 Racial)HP: 8 + 6 + 6 + 6 + 6 + 6 + 12 = 50Speed: 20ftInitiative: -1AC: 18 (+8 Armor; +1 Buckler; -1 Dex)Saves:Fort: 7 (5; +2 Con)Reflex: 1 (2; -1 Dex)Will: 8 (5; +3 Wis)BAB/Ranged/Grapple: +7/+3/+7Weapons:Greataxe +8 1d12+4 x3 Slashing+1 Bastard Sword One-Handed Frost (Maybe??) +8 1d10+1d6+4 19-20x2MW Composite +2 Longbow +4 1d8+2 x3Class Abilities:Turn Undead-4/day-Turn Check 1d20+3-Damage 2d6+6Racial Abilities:+2 Str, -2 Int, -2 ChaDarkvisionOrcbloodSkills:Listen – 3 (0 Ranks + 3 Wis)Spot – 3 (0 Ranks + 3 Wis)Heal – 14 (9 Ranks + 3 Wis + 2 Belt)Knowledge Religion – 9 (9 Ranks + 0 Int)Feats:-Sacred Boost (CD pg 84)-Power Attack-Exotic Weapon Proficiency Bastard Sword-War Domain:  -Weapon Focus (Greataxe)  -Martial Weapon Proficiency (Greataxe)Languages:CommonOrcEquipment: Cost WeightWorn: MW Full PlateMW BucklerHealing BeltBoots of StompingCarried:Magical Bastard SwordStaff of LifeBack:MW Composite Longbow +2LongswordMW MorningstarBackpack 2gp 2lbIn/On Backpack:Bedroll 1sp 5lbFlint and Steel 1gp 0Waterskin (Water) 1gp 4lbSoap 5sp 1lbRope (silk) 10gp 5lbGrappling Hook 1gp 4lbHoly Symbol 25gp 1lbTrail Rations 5gp 10lbHoly Water 25gp 1lbTotal Weight: 70 lbsMax Weight: 76, 77-153, 154-230 lbsMoney: 59gp, 4spSpells:Per day:-Orisons – 5-1st – 4+1 Domain-2nd – 4+1 Domain-3rd – 3+1 DomainDomains:-Orc: Smite Ability: Once a Day; +4 Attack, +Level Damage1st: Cause Fear2nd: Produce Flame3rd: Prayer-War: Martial Weapon Proficiency, Weapon Focus1st: Magic Weapon2nd: Spiritual Weapon3rd: Magic Vestment[sblock=Physical Appearance]More to come soon...[/sblock]Age: 25Height: <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1097060" target="_blank">6’8”</a>Weight: 304 (22 x 2d6 (1, 6) + 150)Eyes: Solid BlackHair: BlackSkin: Stone Gray[sblock=Background]Kirrg Vrolo’s father was the chief of a nomadic warrior tribe of orcs. The leader of this tribe was the most skilled fighter, chosen by single combat to the death. Any challenger would face the current leader, and the victor would eat the flesh of the loser, believing in doing so they consumed the power the body inherently possessed. After the feast he would be named chief. Together the tribe would roam the land, living off the spoils of their enemies. Vrolo Mrog, son of Mrog Blatm, was a massive orc, nearly 8 feet tall and thirty stones, and unmatched as a warrior, leader, and father; he was infallible, his word was law. After each raiding, the most powerful of orcs would rape the widowed women of their victims. Some orcs would kill the women afterwards, but Vrolo Mrog would keep them as part of his harem until they would get pregnant. After birth he would kill the mother if she bore him a female, and then he would kill the child, either orc or half-human alike. Kirrg Vrolo was Vrolo Mrog’s first son, born from a human shamaness who was subsequently killed after the next child was a girl. Kirrg Vrolo now currently has eleven brothers, both orc and half-humans, but it was ten years after Kirrg Vrolo’s birth until Vrolo Mrog got his second son.Vrolo Mrog loved his son, who loved his father in return. Kirrg Vrolo would watch his father in battle, his axe cleaving muscle and bone with ease. After a challenger would fall and die at his hand, Vrolo Mrog would have his son join in the ceremonial eating of the flesh. He would teach him in the ways of his people, their history and passions and what it meant to be an orc, to be a warrior. To Vrolo Mrog’s joy, his son harnessed his father’s ideals of orcish pride in battle; his son’s belief developed into passion and zeal, and soon he discovered the ancient magics of his people, which became invaluable in their battles.Kirrg Vrolo grew to a towering height for a half-human, equal to most of his orcish brethren. His healing and martial abilities left him a potent right-hand to his father. Their axes would whir and flash in harmony, any wounds incurred inconsequential. For years Vrolo Mrog and his son Kirrg Vrolo would wade into battle together, feasting on the intoxicating rush of blood, both knowing all too well one day would come when Kirrg Vrolo would be eating the flesh of his leader, his father. That day never came.On the last raid their tribe ever made, Vrolo Mrog and his orcs attacked a human settlement built around a swamp. The opposition was pitiful and soon the orcs were enmeshed in an orgy of flesh and blood. Within days many orcs were falling ill. Fever wracked their bodies, blood boils covering their mottled grey skin. After a week the first orc died. Oddly enough no half-humans were nearly as sick as their orcish brothers, at most battling a mucus filled cough. When more orcs continued to die, one after another, Vrolo Mrog, afflicted with the same mysterious illness, received his first challenger, angry at their being lead to the village which caused this sick. Despite being weakened, Vrolo Mrog made quick work of his opponent, yet he did not savor the diseased flesh this day.With a clan once numbering near a thousand, this sickness had now widdled them down to a less than a hundred, most of those half-human. When Vrolo Mrog’s biggest clan rival, Tundek Basmik, died, his eldest son, a half-human Gulmor Tundek, challenged Vrolo Mrog. Severely weakened at this stage, and Kirrg Vrolo magics unable to work for his father’s illness, Vrolo Mrog met this challenge with the same fire he faced all others before him. When his axe bit into Gulmor Tundek’s neck, the half-human had enough strength to punch his deep into the chest of his leader. Both stood there, connected and supported by the mutual weight of the other on their axes. Within moments the pool of blood puddle and collected around them both as they died on their feet, falling together in a heap. Kirrg Vrolo was devastated and two of his younger brothers, Bamf Vrolo and Treg Vrolo, yet untested in battle, charged to the body of their father, hacking Gulmor Tundek’s corpse. Those closer to the Tundek family charged in and ended the younger Vrolo brothers quickly, without mercy. Chaos broke.Kirrg Vrolo lifted his axe and rushed in, and he was not alone. Those orcs strong enough to stand carried their weapons into the growing fracas, meeting the spry half-humans already battling. After killing near two-dozen inferior orcs and half-humans, Kirrg Vrolo was one of two left, save for infants and those already dying from the disease. Full of battle-rage, Kirrg charged in and ended any possible confrontation with a severe blow of his axe, splitting his final tribe member in half at the waist.Left without a tribe, without a father and a leader, Kirrg Vrolo gathered up whatever possessions he could manage and knowing his tribe held a dubious reputation, headed toward the setting sun, hoping to reach a place where he could honor the life and death of his father, Vrolo Mrog, the greatest orc chieftain ever to live.[/sblock][sblock=Personality]More to come soon...[/sblock][/sblock]</blockquote>

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