A burly dwarf cleric with unconventional methods...
|Save||Total||Base||Abil Mod||Magic Mod||Misc|
|Base Attack Bonus||4|
|Total||Base Att Bonus||Str Mod||Size Mod||Misc|
|Hvy Repeating Xbow||+5||1d10||19-20/x2|
Feats – Point Blank Shot; Rapid Shot; Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Heavy Repeating Crossbow);
Special Abilities – Darkvision; Stonecunning; Weapon Familiarity; Stability; Turn Undead.
Stumply was sick of ugly, bearded dwarf women. On several occasions he had had 'encounters' with dwarven males mistaking him as a female and often vice versa.
He left Mt. Cragmore, the city he has called home for the 136 years of his life, to see what other species may appeal to him. First he came upon a village of ogres which gave him the realisation that dwarves arent the ugliest folk after all. And due to the difference in sheer size between him and the ogre species, he was inadequate in the procreation department.
Next came the little people – or gnomes as they like to call themselves. Although they were fairly attractive compared to dwarves, anyone over 100 were shrivelled up and frail, and the ones under 100 all looked like toddlers. And because of the stockiness of Stumply's physique, putting a finger or two up a gnomish bottom disturbingly resembles a puppet show.
Being a dwarf he is instantly attracted to anything that is shiny, so he loves a good treasure hunt. Unfortunately he also loves to gamble and often spends money quicker than he receives it. He loves a good feast, with plenty of beer and cleavage and often provokes bar brawls.
His courage is often mistaken as foolishness, and his size often mistaken as a weakness.