Dwarven Warlord


====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ====== Gliffbom level 1, Dwarf, Warlord

Build: Tactical Warlord w/ Commanding Presence: Tactical Presence

Background: Occupation – Artisan (+2 to Diplomacy)

FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 13, Dex 10, Int 17, Wis 10, Cha 10.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 11, Dex 10, Int 17, Wis 8, Cha 10.

AC: 17 Fort: 14 Reflex: 14 Will: 11 HP: 25 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 6

TRAINED SKILLS Athletics +7, History +8, Diplomacy +7, Endurance +7

UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics -1, Arcana +3, Bluff, Dungeoneering +2, Heal, Insight, Intimidate, Nature, Perception, Religion +3, Stealth -1, Streetwise, Thievery -1

FEATS Level 1: Shield the Fallen

POWERS Warlord at-will 1: Opening Shove Warlord at-will 1: Commander’s Strike Warlord encounter 1: Warlord’s Favor Warlord daily 1: Concentrated Attack

ITEMS Chainmail, Light Shield, Khopesh, Handaxe (4), Ale, Pitcher, Backpack (empty), Bedroll, Flint and Steel, Pouch, Belt (empty), Rations, Trail (10), Torch (5), Waterskin (2), Rope, hempen (50 ft.)

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Gliffbom’s story

Billbom turned on his heal. His rugged face twisted and flushed with anger. It was unconscionable that anyone would begin to think that continued digging along a worn out vein would provide for even the family of one miner.

Billbom was pissed but he was also under contract. He turned his attention to the one thing in his control, the rock and stone in his path. With each swing of his pick chunks of rock flew and shattered. The other miners knew better than to get near the Billbom when he was in this state.

In his passing way Riplemal looked up from his work of digging and took note of Billbom’s mood. The smaller Dwarf had a sudden panic run through him. Billbom was working through a granite section. A granite spine that was holding up the entire section of rock above.

Riplemal turned and charged his fellow miner. Launching himself onto the arm of the bigger Dwarf. Riplemal’s goal was to stop the Billbom from pulling the rock above down up on them. Only Billbom had already began his stroke and the weight of his fellow did not even substantially slow his muscled swing. The pick dug deep into the wall pulling free a huge section of granite.

Just as the peace fell free they both knew that their end was near. As the remaining granite structure croaked under the weight above. The Dwarves of the mining group could feel the pressure above them. This imagined pressure was soon followed by a thousand pounds of rock piled upon flesh and bone.

In all six men were lost in the cave in. Even as the survivors and rescuers cleared the ruble from the dead bodies it was clear what had happened. There next to the body of Billbom sat the tell tale section of the granite support. It was clear that Billbom was at fault. His family would be the ones to cover the costs of the rescue, the costs of the mining company, and compensate the families of the dead for their losses.

Gliffbom looked upon the scene with all the others. It would bankrupt his family. The younger brother picked up the broken body of his guilty sibling. Head down Gliffbom returned to his family’s dwellings and to the family burial grounds.

Gliffbom walked amongst the empty corridors of the old mines. This would be the last trip through the well known playground he knew as a boy. Tomorrow he was heading out above ground. His task, go amongst the other races and make a name for himself and restore his family’s fortune. A fortune lost in one swell of anger. Even as he walked his head hung low Gliffbom promised himself that he would never resort to acts of Anger. He would never lose control of his feelings.

With each step his Dwarven stubbornness confirmed his decision to suppress his feelings of Anger. And by the time he ended his walk he wore a blank stare and a flat smile.

Several months later the grim faced Gliffbom stood amongst his new company and remembered his commitments to clan and purpose. In the time that had passed since he left the Dwarven clan the hardest times were at night when he drifted off to sleep with visions of his dead brother before him.


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