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Thorgrim Hammerbrew =-~.
Biology : Dwarf
Alignment : Neutral
Class & Levels : Fighter 1
Experience Points : 0
XP Bonus : 9%
Hit Dice : 1d6+5
Hit Points : 9
Armour Class : 6 (hide)
Saving Throw : 15
Abilities
STR : 14 (+1) (4 in 6)
INT : 10 (--) (3 in 6)
WIS : 17 (+1) (5 in 6)
DEX : 8 (--) (2 in 6)
CON : 14 (+1) (4 in 6)
CHA : 12 (--) (3 in 6)
Gear
Carried
-warhammer (3dd+1)
Worn
-clothing
-hide armor
Backpack
-one week of victuals
-bedroll
-sack
-torches (x6)
-Dwarfish Anvil Coal
Satchel
-whetstone
-tinderbox
Belted
-water skin
-coin purse
-hand axe x2 (1dd+1)
boot
-dagger (1dd+1)
Wealth
0 gp
14 sp
3 cp
Boon
Sack containing 1 stone of Dwarfish Anvil Coal, which will burn unusually long and hot.
Story
Thorgrim Hammerbrew had never given serious thought to the idea of living an adventurer's lifestyle. As a child, he had dreamt of travelling afar, battling foul creatures and amassing great wealth and reknown, and even as he grew into adulthood these desires never fully faded. However, his strong sense of responsibility toward his family had greatly tempered any childish notions of adventure. He resigned himself to a dull but safe life running his family's brewery, even as he tried to satisfy his need for excitement by volunteering for the dangerous goblin-hunting skirmish parties that ventured deep into the tunnels beneath his people's mountain home.
And then his father tried to marry him off to Brunhilde Grimboulder, a shrew of a girl with a face like a cave bear and a disposition that was even worse.
Thorgrim's feelings of responsibility evaporated almost immediately, and he left home only days after the marriage had been announced. His many siblings were more than capable of managing the brewery without him, after all, and even if he should end up a meal for some hideous monster in an ancient crypt somewhere, well... that was still preferable to marriage to Brunhilde the Beast!
In the two years since he left home, Thorgrim has grown to enjoy life on the road. He has worked as both a caravan guard and a personal bodyguard, which paid well but lacked excitement. He also briefly joined an adventuring company for several excursions into a musty tomb that brought just enough monetary reward and danger to convince him that he had finally found his true calling.
Thorgrim is a very friendly sort, intensely loyal and protective of his companions. His deep, rolling laughter is infectious, and he greatly enjoys a good joke. He loves living out of inns, drinking beer and gambling with friends long into the night. He carries the warhammer of his great-great grandfather Magni Sigmund Hammerbrew, who fell in glorious battle with a frost giant on the eve of Thorgrim's birth, and to whom Thorgrim bears an uncanny resemblance.
Portrait of the great Magni Sigmund Hammerbrew, moments before vanquishing the Orc Warlord Ku'urg The Bonestripper at the Battle of Black River, 1123
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