I couldn't put it off after all. Those students don't really need their tests back tomorrow, right?
Anyway, here he is. I will resist the urge to write his backstory tonight, as I need to get some sleep so that I can come up with some excuse for not having those tests done.
Thanor looked up at the fortified entrance to the Darkshine Delve, his home for the past ten years. So this is what it comes to, he thought. Ten years of putting everything we have into this effort. Ten years of isolation from clan and country, and now we leave as if we have no claim to the very rock we have worshipped for those long years. There was nothing but a bitter disgust with the necessity of the elders’ decision.
With nothing else to offer, Thanor turned to look at the line of wagons headed further down the mountain’s slope and remembered what was really important. The delve was home, but these were his people, his charges. These were the dwarves that it was his calling to protect, and he couldn’t help feeling that he had failed. He couldn’t get rid of the belief that if he had been able to protect Galren and Belan that they would all be safe and comfortable beneath tons of rock.
Instead, they were headed out into the wilds of Xen’Drik, returning to Stormreach and from there to Khorvaire. Instead they were going to admit defeat at the hands of barbaric, disorganized giants.
His gaze was weighed down by more than his 54 years, and even his ever-present spined shield seemed dulled by the resignation he was feeling. Finally, he spurred his mountain pony down the trail, determined to at least make sure that all of his charges made it back to Stormreach alive. Once he got them to relative safety he could worry about his next step.
Whatever it is, it will be the first step on my path back to this place, he thought, no room for negotiation in his heart.
Anyway, here he is. I will resist the urge to write his backstory tonight, as I need to get some sleep so that I can come up with some excuse for not having those tests done.
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[B]Name:[/B] Thanor Spikeshield
[B]Class:[/B] Knight 7/Dwarven Defender 1
[B]Race:[/B] Dwarf
[B]Size:[/B] Medium
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] Lawful Good
[B]Deity:[/B]
[B]Str:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]Level:[/B] 8 [B]XP:[/B] 28,000
[B]Dex:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]BAB:[/B] +8/+3 [B]HP:[/B] 110 (8d12+40+3)
[B]Con:[/B] 20 +5 (8p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +10 [B]Dmg Red:[/B] NA
[B]Int:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 20' [B]Spell Res:[/B] NA
[B]Wis:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.) [B]Init:[/B] +2 [B]Spell Save:[/B] +X
[B]Cha:[/B] 14 +2 (8p.) [B]ACP:[/B] -6 [B]Spell Fail:[/B]--
[B]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +9 +4 +2 +0 +0 +0 25
[B]Touch:[/B] 12 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 23
[B]Base Mod Misc Total[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] 4 +5 +9
[B]Ref:[/B] 2 +2 +4
[B]Will:[/B] 7 +0 +7
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
+1 Shock Dwarven Waraxe +11 1d10+3+(1d6) x3
MW Dagger +11 1d4+2 19-20/x2
Spined Shield (3/day) +11 1d10 19-20/x2 120’
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Dwarven
[B]Abilities:[/B] Knight’s Challenge (5/day), Fighting Challenge (+2), Shield Block (+1),
Bulwark of Defense, Armor Mastery (medium), Test of Mettle (DC 15),
Vigilant Defender, Shield Ally, Defensive Stance (1/day)
[B]Feats:[/B] Dodge (1st), Mounted Combat (Knight bonus), Shield Specialization (3rd),
Endurance (Knight bonus), Toughness (6th)
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 14 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 10/45
[B]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B]
Climb 5 +2 +7
Craft (Armorsmithing) 2 +0 +2
Handle Animal 2 +2 +4
Intimidate 5 +2 +7
Ride 2 +2 +4
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
+1 Keen Dwarven Waraxe 8330gp 8lb
MW Dagger 302gp 1lb
+1 Full Plate of
Nimbleness 5800gp 50lb
Spined Shield 5580gp 15lb
Crystal of Arrow
Reflection (lesser) 2500gp
Greatreach Bracers 2000gp --
Heward’s Handy
Haversack 2000gp 5lb
Whetstone
20 Tindertwigs 20gp
4 Sunrods 8gp (4lb)
50’ silk rope 10gp (1lb)
2 Thunderstones 60gp (2lb)
2 flasks acid 40gp (2lb)
2 vials antitoxin 100gp
Clay Tankard 2cp (1lb)
MW Artisan’s tools 55gp (5lb)
3 Potions CLW 150gp
[B]Total Weight:[/B]79lb [B]Money:[/B] 42gp 9sp 8cp
[B]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B]
[B]Max Weight:[/B] 58 116 175 350 775
[B]Age:[/B] 54
[B]Height:[/B] 4’3”"
[B]Weight:[/B] 166lb
[B]Eyes:[/B] Gray
[B]Hair:[/B] Black
[B]Skin:[/B] Weathered
Thanor looked up at the fortified entrance to the Darkshine Delve, his home for the past ten years. So this is what it comes to, he thought. Ten years of putting everything we have into this effort. Ten years of isolation from clan and country, and now we leave as if we have no claim to the very rock we have worshipped for those long years. There was nothing but a bitter disgust with the necessity of the elders’ decision.
With nothing else to offer, Thanor turned to look at the line of wagons headed further down the mountain’s slope and remembered what was really important. The delve was home, but these were his people, his charges. These were the dwarves that it was his calling to protect, and he couldn’t help feeling that he had failed. He couldn’t get rid of the belief that if he had been able to protect Galren and Belan that they would all be safe and comfortable beneath tons of rock.
Instead, they were headed out into the wilds of Xen’Drik, returning to Stormreach and from there to Khorvaire. Instead they were going to admit defeat at the hands of barbaric, disorganized giants.
His gaze was weighed down by more than his 54 years, and even his ever-present spined shield seemed dulled by the resignation he was feeling. Finally, he spurred his mountain pony down the trail, determined to at least make sure that all of his charges made it back to Stormreach alive. Once he got them to relative safety he could worry about his next step.
Whatever it is, it will be the first step on my path back to this place, he thought, no room for negotiation in his heart.
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