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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arabesu" data-source="post: 4223577" data-attributes="member: 534">Grubnar is done![code]GrubnarM Half-Orc Psychic WarriorWorships no particular god above another. But has an affinity for godslike Kord who seem to relish glorious battle and contests of strength.CN 6' 7'' 250 lbs. age: 15Hp: 10 (1d8+2)AC: 16 or 20 (10 + 4 armor + 2 dex + 0 or 4 [i]Force Screen[/i])Str 18 (16), Dex 14, Con 14, Int 6 (8), Wis 15, Cha 6 (8); 30 pt buyFort: +4, Reflex +2, Will +2.Attack:        +4 melee, 1d10 + 6 (19-20/X2) or (X3), or 1d4 + 4.                  +2 ranged, 1d6+4.Feats: Psionic Talent, Psionic Weapon (+2d6 damage w/ psionic focus).Skills: Autohypnosis +3 (1), Concentration +5 (3).Power (3 pp): [i]Force Screen[/i]Weapon: Glaive, heavy flail, spiked gauntlet, or javelins (X5).Armor: Scale MailShield: none or [i]Force Screen[/i]Gear: Rope (hemp), Acid, Pouch (belt), Powerstone: Metaphysical weapon.Gold: 30 gpSpecial: Darkvision, Orc-blooded.Out of Combat Preparations: Grubnar takes two full minutes outside of combat to gain psionic focus, assuming he is neither distracted norout of powerpoints. He can hold this focus for as long as he is conscious or until he uses it. His glaive is always drawn, and held at the ready similar to a walking stick.[/code][sblock=Descriptions]Grubnar eases forward leaning on his glaive, using it like a walking stick as he strides toward the stables. His steps are casual but he looks about warily. Few miss his yellow tusk jutting out from his crooked smile or his creased mountain of a brow. His numerous other weapons, a flail and several javelins held in a sheath on his back, clatter together as he steps forward. He turns and looks out from the stable entrance toward those backing away, and through the corner of his mouth asks Brotaz "Me Grubnar. Me hit stuff with poll-ax and flail. What you do?"As he waits for a reply, he eases against the support of his glaive. His rusted, worn, and muddied scalemail creaks in protest, and his thick mukluks make squelching sounds in the muck as he shifts his weight. With his free hand he draws back the hood of his ruddy brown cloak and raises his orcish chin proudly. Perhaps a bit too proudly. A woman's gasp at the sight of the hulking half-orc in the middle of a 'civilized' village turns heads. Grubnar takes no notice, scratching the seat of his crudely tanned leather pants absent-mindedly.[/sblock][sblock=background](OOC Its still a mystery for me too. I only have a few details sorted out): Grubnar grew up in a barbaric human village. His psionic talent inherited from his human mother. A true polytheist, he has doubts about the nature of the so-called divinity of any of the gods. Inwardly he beleives that they are simply incredibly powerful individuals, and that anyone who amassed sufficient power could attain "deific" status. He sums this up as, "Gods not gods, just giant giants."[/sblock]</blockquote>

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