Algrimm Warstout



Name: Algrimm Giantsbane
Race: Dwarf
Class: Fighter
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Level: 5 | Init: + 1 | HP: 58 | Speed: 20
AC 19 | Touch 10 | Flat-footed 19
Fort + 3 | Ref + 1 | Will + 1 | BAB + 5
+ 2 Dwarfbond Warhammer + 12 (2d6+9, x3)
    ]Returning, Extra 1d8 versus Giants
Full Plate Armor (+ 9 AC)
Abilities Str 19, Dex 13, Con 17, Int 11, Wis 13, Cha 9


    Algrimm Giantsbane began his life, as many other dwarves do, hearing tales of great battles and terrifying foes deep in the halls of Arholme east of the Keldaggrins. It was easy for him to decide what he wanted to do with his life; he was going to become a giant slayer like his forefathers, but the songs sung for Algrimm would be sung the loudest and in the finest halls. He succeeded in becoming a Giantsbane and inherited the powerful warhammer Kharmine from his great, great grandfather, but quickly realized that his ancestors were perhaps too good at their job; Algrimm found the post of Giantsbane to be lonesome and unrewarding as all the giants had long since left the Keldagrinn Mountains.
    In the 28th year of his post Algrimm concluded that remaining alone in his outpost for another year would mean madness, and so he escaped with the hopes of finding honor and his inheritance abroad. In his travels he happened across a strange looking (tall and slender) dwarf with a flaming visage who had never even heard of stout. This tall-dwarf named Ronsonal told Algrimm tales of a massive world beyond the Keldaggrins that the dwarves didn’t even know existed. As the two began their fourth round of drinks another tall-dwarf and two dwarven children rushed out of the tree-line and into the light of their camp, and when the band were followed into the clearing by three stone-and-steel pursuers Algrimm’s reaction was immediate; hammer and doom…

Algrimm Warstout

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