Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Oct 21, 2009 13:37:41 GMT -5
Looking about the corpse strewn field, Angrimm attempted to find somewhere not covered in gore to take a moment to catch his breath. His men milled about the field, searching bodies for their share of the spoils. Half their number were dead, wounded, or fled and he was worried about the journey back to Attero that would take more than a fortnight through territory often plagued by wild animals and bandits in the deep north. A soft touch to his shoulder caused him to jerk back into reality as he turned to face a fierce-eyed dwarven woman with pale skin and a pure white snowflake on her tabard. He listened as she described the wounds his men had received and what she had done to ease their pain. He declined her assistance with his own wounds, an axe had struck him on the left shoulder and was still bleeding and someone had slipped a dagger into his armpit during a struggle late in the fight.
As they road south a few hours later as the sun had sunk into the western horizon and a light snow had begun to fall, Angrimm began to grow restless in his saddle. He looked up and down the line, nodding in recognition when his eyes met those of his men. They had won the battle, he thought, but he had allowed too many of his men to perish that day and he knew sleep would be hard to come by for some time as their faces danced in his dreams. He knew their campaigning season was finished for some time as the heavy snows began to fall and the people retreated back to the warmth of their homesteads. For that, he was glad and looking forward to some time easing his pain at the taverns throughout the capital, trying not to make too many friends for fear that they too would perish the next time he took the field with them.
Angrimm Bronzebeard has a name not befitting his appearance. The dwarf's beard has nearly turned pure white by the time he reached adulthood. His eyes too were unnatural for his kind, a steel blue that seemed to glow with a life of their own although they are currently sunken with dark circles around them. He bears the scars of many battles on his body, but he is seldom seen unless it is within the confines of his armor so few knows of the many battles he has witnessed. The armor itself is ornate dwarven work with two large stone dragons roaring their heads from his pauldrons with a life-like appearance.
Skills:
Balance: 8 Ranks -> +5
Diplomacy: 8 Ranks -> +11
Jump: 4 Ranks -> -1
Ride: 7 Ranks -> +9
Stance's Known
Iron Guard's Glare
Martial Spirit
Manuever's Known
Crusader's Strike -Devoted Spirit 1
Shield Block - Devoted Spirit 2
Foehammer - Devoted Spirit 2
Stone Bones - Stone Dragon 1
Mountain Hammer - Stone Dragon 2
Leading the Attack - White Raven 1
Equipment:
Warhammer +1 = 2,312 gp
Battleplate +1 = 3,650 gp
Steel Tower Shield +1 = 1,225 gp
Backpack = 2 gp
Bedroll = 1 sp
Winter Blanket = 5 sp
Map Case = 1 gp
Crowbar = 2 gp
Flint and Steel = 1 gp
Belt Pouch = 1 gp
Trail Rations, 4 Days = 2 gp
Silk Rope, 50 ft = 10 gp
Empty Sack, 2 = 2 sp
Torch, 3 = 3 cp
Waterskin, Water = 1 gp
Waterskin, Ale = 1 gp, 2 sp
Whetstone = 2 cp
Crystal of Arrow Deflection, Least - 500 gp
Total = 7708.23 gold spent
Wealth Remaining = 120 Platinum, 90 Gold, 16 Silver, 17 Copper
== Experience Points ==
12/21/09 -> (1) Roper Kill = 2,500 XP
As they road south a few hours later as the sun had sunk into the western horizon and a light snow had begun to fall, Angrimm began to grow restless in his saddle. He looked up and down the line, nodding in recognition when his eyes met those of his men. They had won the battle, he thought, but he had allowed too many of his men to perish that day and he knew sleep would be hard to come by for some time as their faces danced in his dreams. He knew their campaigning season was finished for some time as the heavy snows began to fall and the people retreated back to the warmth of their homesteads. For that, he was glad and looking forward to some time easing his pain at the taverns throughout the capital, trying not to make too many friends for fear that they too would perish the next time he took the field with them.
Angrimm Bronzebeard has a name not befitting his appearance. The dwarf's beard has nearly turned pure white by the time he reached adulthood. His eyes too were unnatural for his kind, a steel blue that seemed to glow with a life of their own although they are currently sunken with dark circles around them. He bears the scars of many battles on his body, but he is seldom seen unless it is within the confines of his armor so few knows of the many battles he has witnessed. The armor itself is ornate dwarven work with two large stone dragons roaring their heads from his pauldrons with a life-like appearance.
Skills:
Balance: 8 Ranks -> +5
Diplomacy: 8 Ranks -> +11
Jump: 4 Ranks -> -1
Ride: 7 Ranks -> +9
Stance's Known
Iron Guard's Glare
Martial Spirit
Manuever's Known
Crusader's Strike -Devoted Spirit 1
Shield Block - Devoted Spirit 2
Foehammer - Devoted Spirit 2
Stone Bones - Stone Dragon 1
Mountain Hammer - Stone Dragon 2
Leading the Attack - White Raven 1
Equipment:
Warhammer +1 = 2,312 gp
Battleplate +1 = 3,650 gp
Steel Tower Shield +1 = 1,225 gp
Backpack = 2 gp
Bedroll = 1 sp
Winter Blanket = 5 sp
Map Case = 1 gp
Crowbar = 2 gp
Flint and Steel = 1 gp
Belt Pouch = 1 gp
Trail Rations, 4 Days = 2 gp
Silk Rope, 50 ft = 10 gp
Empty Sack, 2 = 2 sp
Torch, 3 = 3 cp
Waterskin, Water = 1 gp
Waterskin, Ale = 1 gp, 2 sp
Whetstone = 2 cp
Crystal of Arrow Deflection, Least - 500 gp
Total = 7708.23 gold spent
Wealth Remaining = 120 Platinum, 90 Gold, 16 Silver, 17 Copper
== Experience Points ==
12/21/09 -> (1) Roper Kill = 2,500 XP