The Adventure's Daven Blackspur Craftsmen and Hero

[daymond0pearl]

Since there has been a huge lack of interest in gaming lately I'm going to use my space to tell the tale of the Notorious Thug, Craftsmen, Musician, Strongman and Genuine Hero Daven Blackspur and his adventures as seen by the view of Moradin the man with the biggest interest in what happens to our crude hero.

Here is a posting of his character using a lot of option rules and the level in which things start to get really interesting real fast.

Name: Daven Blackspur Race: Arctic Dwarf of the Earth Height: 5’2” Weight: 265lbs.
Age: 82 Hair: White Skin: Pale White Eyes: Blue Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Deity: Moridan Lord of the Earth Class: Simple Druid Avenger lvl 3/ Fighter 2

HP: 70 Non-Lethal Soak: 11
Speed: 40ft.
AC: 24 =10+9 Armor +1 Axe+0 Dexterity+2 Shield+3 Monk-like Ability-1Agressive T: 12 FF: 21
DR: 5/Bludgeoning
Initiative: +6=+0+4+2 Aggressive

Str 22 +6 +1Muscle Bound
Dex 10+0 -2 Muscle Bound
Con 22 +6 +5 For HP
Int 14 +2
Wis 16 +3
Cha 6 -2

Fort +10=+6+4
Ref +3=+1+2 Use Int Instead
Will +6=+3+3

Base Attack: +4

Skills
Concentration (Con) +8 =+6+2
Craft (Int) (Weapon Smith) +10 =+2+2+6
Craft (Int) (Metalworking) +10 =+2+2+6
Diplomacy (Cha) -3 =-2+0-1Uncivilized-1Abrasive
Handle Animal (Cha) +12 =-2+8+2+2+1Uncivil -1Saddleborn
Heal (Wis) +4 =+3+1
Intimidate (Cha) -1 =-2+1Abrasive
Knowledge (nature) (Int) +11 =+2+5+2+2Nature Sense
Listen (Wis) +6 =3+3
Profession (Wis) (Musician) +4=3+1
Ride (Dex) +13 =+0+8+2+2+1Saddleborn
Spellcraft (Int) +4 =+2+2
Spot (Wis) +6 =+3+3
Survival (Wis) +13 =+3+6+2+2Nature Sense
Swim (Str) +8 =+6+0+1+1Muscle Bound
Bluff (Cha) -3 =-2+0-1Uncivilized-1Abrasive
Sense Motive (Wis) +2 =+3+0-1Uncivilized
Escape Artist (Dex) -1 =+0+0-1Stout
Climb (Str) +9 =+6+1+1+1Muscle Bound
Jump (Str) +9 =+6+1+1+1Muscle Bound


Abilities
Rage 3/day
Nature Sense
Favored Enemy (Evil Outsiders +2)
Wild Empathy -2 =-2+3+1-4Avenger
Improved Stonecunning/Ice Cunning (+6)
Woodland Stride
Trackless Step

Traits
Uncivilized
Saddleborn
Stout
Muscle Bound
Abrasive
Quick (-1 HP)
Spell Gifted (Conjuration)
Aggressive

Flaws
x2 Pathetic (Dex)
x3 Pathetic (CHA)
x2 Shaky (-2 RGD CMBT)
Vulnerable (-1 HP)

Feats
Track Avenger
Improved Initiative
Mounted Combat Flaw
Extra Rage Flaw
Brutal Throw Flaw
Weapon Focus (Dwarven Waraxe) Flaw
Dodge Flaw
Agile Riposte Flaw
Insightful Reflexes Flaw
Animal Affinity Flaw
Power Attack
Monkey Grip Bonus
Improved Toughness Bonus

Spells
3/2-1/1-1 DC 10+Spell Level+3 CL 2, 4 Conjuration
0 Lvl
Create Water (4 gal.)
Purify Food & Drink
Cure Minor Wounds (+1 Hp)
1st Lvl
Summon Ice Beast I (4 rds.)
(Ice Wolf HP 30 AC 16 FF 14 T 12 Int: +2 Construct Attk +3 D6+D6 Cold+1 on hit Trip +1)
Jump (+30 on Jump Checks For 2 min)
Wood Wose (4 hrs. Unseen Servant except only nature stuff)
2nd Lvl
Regenerate Moderate Wounds (2 HP per Round for 14 Rounds Totaling 28 HP)
Summon Dire Hawk (Summons a Dire Hawk for 4 Rounds)


Weapons:

+2 Defending Evil Outsider Bane Large Size Dwarven WarAxe +11 2D8+11 19-20 x4 8 lbs. Power Attk +6 2D8 +19

Mtwk. Lance +11 d8+6 x3 10ft Reach, Free with Region Charge 2D8+12/+20 with Power Attk

Mtwk. Flail +11 d8+6 x2

Ranged Attack Bonus: -0 Thrown: Mtwk. Javelin +11 D6+6 x2 30ft. x12 Two Quivers

Armor:

+1 Iron Oak Chainmail +6 AC +4 Max Dex -1 Armor Check Weight 20lbs. Free with Region/With Gas Mask

+1 Armored Great Coat +3 AC Max Dex +5 -0 Armor Check 15lbs.Fur Lined +4 vs. Cold Env.

Mtwk. H. Shield +2 -1 Armor Check

Attacks:
+1 Attk Vs Air Type, -2 on Saves vs Air Type

Bull Rush: +7

Charge: Standard

Trip: +11

Disarm: +11

Defenses:
+4 AC vs Giants

Counter Bull Rush: +13

Counter Charge: Standard

Counter Trip: +17

Counter Disarm: +11

Rage Modifiers:
HP: 80 AC: 16 T: 9 FF: 12 Will +7 Attack: Waraxe +13 D10+14 19-20 x4 Rounds: 9


Gear:
Falconer’s Glove & Lure
Military Saddle with Lance Holster and Flail Crook, Twin Javelin Quivers
Bit & Bridle, and Miscellaneous Horse Tack
Saddlebacks with Outer Storage Pockets, and 4 Sacks
Bedroll and Winter Blanket
Water Skin and 8 Day’s Rations, 2 Hip Flasks of Dwarven Whiskey
Flint & Steel, Tinder Box, Box of 20 Tinder Twigs
Small Steel Mirror and Razor
8 Torches on Outer Side of Saddle Bags, 4 Sunrods slid in Pommel Pockets
Thread and Needle, Buttons, Twine, Yarn and Crochet Hook
Fishing Net, Four 20ft lines and 8 Hooks
Sledge, Framing Hammer, Hatchet, Saw, Hacksaw and 4 Spare Blades
Pouch of Nails, 4 Bags of Caltrops
Rope Hemp Two 50ft. Coils, Two Grappling Hooks and a Block and Tackle
x2 Manacles
Craftsmen’s Tools
Lap Harp
Wooden Holy Symbol and Holly
Signet Ring, 3 Silver Earrings on Left Ear and a Centered Lip Spike
x4 Tanglefoot Bags, x3 Alchemist’s Fire, x4 Vial of Acid

Wealth:
Cp: 133
Sp: 87
Gp: 137
Pp: 31

Gems:
x3 Ruby 50gp.
x4 Pearl 20gp.


Other Misc.:
3 Silver Earrings 30 gp Each
Silver Lip Spike 10gp
Gold Thumb Ring with Onyx Gem 120gp
Jade Medallion of a Giant Hawk over a Setting Sun on a Dragon Hide Thong 95 gp.
Signet Ring Hawk over a Setting Sun, House of Falconine Reach

Magic Items:
x2 Cure Moderate Wounds Potion
x2 Barkskin Potion
Strength Belt
Light Wand 47 charges


Animals:
Type: Magebred Light Warhorse Free with Region Upgraded
Name: Witchfire
Large Animal
Hit Dice: 5d8+9 (44 hp) Initiative: +1
Speed: 110 ft. (12 squares)
Armor Class: 18 (–1 size, +1 Dex, +4 natural, +1 Armor ), touch 10, flat-footed 13
Base Attack/Grapple: +3/+10 Attack: Hoof +5 melee (1d4+3)
Full Attack: 2 hooves +4 melee (1d4+3) and bite -0 melee (1d3+1)
Space/Reach: 10 ft./5 ft. Special Qualities: Low-light vision, scent
Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +3
Abilities: Str 16, Dex 13, Con 18, Int 2, Wis 13, Cha 6
Skills: Listen +5, Spot +5
Feats: Endurance, Run
A lanky Horse that has unnaturally long legs with black, yellow and white patches streamed across an other wise brown horse of overly large proportions. His size while daunting beguiles a speed like that only of the finest thoroughbreds, yet he is most definitely a paint from his markings, which while a hardy horse know for survival and stamina, is not a horse known or desired for the breeding he definitely possesses.
Obviously trained for war with a spike on his forelock and leather armor studded with rivets over his mane down to the saddle and continuing over his upper legs ending on his rump, The saddle of an foreign design made of a mottled leather, very similar to the armor, has a white fur lined seat and a rapped edge and pommel seems to be made of a plant or fungus of some sort, yet leaves a bronzed look that is most intriguing.
Carrying Capacity: A light load for a light warhorse is up to 230 pounds; a medium load, 231–460 pounds; and a heavy load, 461–690 pounds. A light warhorse can drag 3,450 pounds.

Gear:

Horse Shoes of Sprinting

Type: Peregrine Falcon Name: Wasp Upgraded
Tiny Animal
Hit Dice: 3d8 (21 hp) Initiative: +3
Speed: 10 ft. (2 squares), fly 60 ft. (average)
Armor Class: 17 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +2 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 14
Base Attack/Grapple: +2/–8 Attack: Talons +8 melee (1d4–2)
Full Attack: Talons +8 melee (1d4–2) Space/Reach: 2-1/2 ft./0 ft.
Special Qualities: Low-light vision
Saves: Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2
Abilities: Str 6, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 2, Wis 14, Cha 6
Skills: Listen +5, Spot +17 Feats: Alertness, Weapon FinesseB Weapon Focus (Talons)

Gear:

Pouch and Tethers of Holding

A classic example of the Notorious Emperor of Falcons she is obviously well bred and groomed with Tethers of Walrus Hide dangling from her talons.

Now as the story unfolds you see the true depths to which a man will go to find great rewards, fulfill debts owed, help those wronged by the groups and beings who seek to wrong those who are innocent of any crime.

So Now Begans the Chronicled Tale of Daven Blackspur A Man With No Bindings

[daymond0pearl]

A dwarf of great height standing a tad over five foot and weighing in at more than an Orc Miner, he has a white beard kept cropped to the length of Abe Lincoln’s, a mane of white hair that hangs very similar to a lion’s, with pallid skin and muscles like found on a
muscle man 2000 contest, rippling across his very expansive chest.


Wearing a suit of oiled chainmail which highlights the crevasses, and an armored coat made of walrus hide lined with steel bands, it possesses a brilliant white fur trim at the base and a lapel style collar of the same Arctic Fox fur, and around his neck is a mask designed to keep the toxic gases of the desert out, though very rare here, and especially considering his arctic attire the mask lets the keen observer know just how wildly he must of traveled.

He rides a stallion of an unusual sort, with a very lanky appearance the horse has unnaturally long legs with black, yellow and white patches streamed across an other wise brown horse made from overly large proportions. His size while daunting beguiles a speed like that only found in the finest thoroughbreds, yet he is most definitely a paint from all of his markings, which while a hardy breed of horse known for its survival and stamina, is not a horse known or desired for the breeding in which he definitely possesses.

Obviously trained for war with a spike on his forelock and leather armor studded with rivets over his mane down to the saddle and continuing over his upper legs ending on his rump, The saddle is of a foreign design made of a mottled leather that varies in shades of grey, very similar to the armor, it has a white fur lined seat and a rapped edge and pommel that seems to be made of a plant or fungus of some sort, yet leaves a bronzed look that is most intriguing.

Armed with a holstered lance on his right with the a tip foot an a half long possessing serrated edges and a blood letting groove for ease in the stab, a flail is draped across the pommel in a fitted groove with wickedly curved spikes at the end of the ball, and two quivers of javelin mounted behind the saddle up right on either side of his mess kit standing like flag poles. Though most impressive is his axe, a handle at least three feet long and a thick as a man’s wrist at least it ends in a single blade that spans at a glance three feet more, the blade itself is intricately carved with symbols and runes of an unknown script. With a jagged edge of laminated steel and shaft hand carved and etched from an ancient looking piece of drift wood the axe is a magnificent work of art as well as a very deadly weapon. As the light passes of it, it seems to shimmer with an icy light and the blade seems to whine as if begging to be released.

Daven's entrance into the Town of Dalonpor is wildly noticed by the population as people of all races stop and stare, some muttering under their breathes in a fast chatter, while some give an appraising eye to his very foreign attire and manner.

The first thing most wildly out of place is that no one in the town is armed not even with the dirks that all peasants where, and secondly the town while definitely a port and used to the strange, Daven here seems to have bend and broken their normal tolerance with his disregard to the travelers on the road with him, and his seemingly behavior as if he wasn't even aware they existed and or was purposely almost running over many a passer by.

Looking up from the saddle bow for the first time and stuffing some metal tid-bit into a pouch he glances around and looks for the first person to not shy away from his fearful countenance. Approaching the semi-shocked looking gnome, who's face seems to be raging between running away or shitting himself and can't seem to get either to work.

Daven looking down from his perch on his horse asks in a voice that sounds as if it has been worked over with a lead pipe a couple of times and then spit out of a sandblaster than coated in a thin veneer of velvet, "You there, Yes You, where can I find a good bar to drink at, and a place to lay down for a few as well as rest Witchfire here." as he pats his horse fondly on its side. The gnome still quivering starts to answer only to be bellowed at with a "Well, Get On With It," the gnome rushing like mad spits out quickly, "Try the Busted Unicorn its known for some good brew and they usually have a room open up top and they have a stable to it's down six blocks on main here than up four blocks on Tinker's Row and down three blocks onto Villainy Lane don't let the name fool you its really quite nice and..." as he continues to babble Daven rumbles out, "Thanks little one you've been most helpful." Smiling an attempt thats been known to break mirrors, he reaches into a belt pouch and flips the gnome a gold piece that looks to be from the Lost Duchy which are worth several platinum, looking shocked at his good fortune the gnome mumbles thanks and turns to leave. Only to be stopped as Daven asks a final question, "Hey you've been so helpful so far do you happen to know a furrier around here?" The gnome turns surprised and replies over his original shyness at the dwarf's generosity and courtesy, " Actually my brother in-law is a furrier would you like me to introduce you?" "Why yes, Of course but first if you don't mind I'd like to take care of some necessities of life." "Oh but of course" the gnome over rides "how bout we meet here at say at the noon skies on tomorrows day." "Agreed," says Daven sticking down a hand only slightly smaller than a frying pan deal."

As Daven heads towards the Broken Unicorn he starts to watch the surrounding area a little more closely and realizes that his first stop should not be at the bar but at the town's watch. As he follows the path of traffic he finds himself at the watch station, a place he usually avoids like the plague, especially after his lasting encounter with the Golden Crescent MP's as he thinks on this he rubs the scar on the bottom of his chin where the whips cracked into his skull. Realizing that this is the least damaging option which is his objective at this town. Just sell fur's and get out and hopefully hit the pass before it closes for the season. Daven dismounts be grudgingly and walks up to the entrance.

Standing at only Five Two might not seem that impressive but when you have a four foot chest and all of it is muscle or scar tissue it tends to draw eyes. So with his axe thats bigger than him stretched over his back he stomps into the Watch office with a attitude thats sure to attract trouble where ever he goes, even more so at the watch station. Yet when you come stomping in everyone turns their eyes your way criminals and guards alike but in this case with only one thought in all their minds this man looks pissed and he is probably able to rip me limb from limb literally. So while everyone starts taking a cautioning attitude and tries to become the wall, the lone officer at the item registration desk. Being less than intelligent demands that Daven "Relinquish the axe or we will shoot! This is not a joke! I'll give you the count of three! 1, 2". As the guard starts his final count Daven thinks to himself maybe I should cooperate, than he suddenly changes his mind and says "Fuck it this is Darwinism, and Shouts 3!!" While the guard is still in mid count rushing over with double the speed he should manage he leaps on to the counter and picks the guard up by the neck, no easy feat by the way considering the guard probably ways a good two-hundred plus pounds. So as he shakes the guard by the neck he explains that he was coming by for a registration before a fat pig ruined that plan and disturbed the peace of the building. Foaming slightly at the mouth he proceeds to explain that He is Daven Blackspur, and yes he is that Blackspur at which point the atmosphere changes and guard changes from threats to pleas for forgiveness and is than dropped unceremoniously on to the table. Now told with the usual round of questions, "That yes I am that Calvary Commander," while grimacing at the misplaced attention he continues, "and yes I will listen to the problem facing the town, and no if the rude behavior is maintained I will not decease from ripping the building apart with my bare hands." Now sufficiently cowed the question of maintaining his weapons is void and now is deeply in thought over the dilemma facing the town.
While hushing things up fairly well it seems that a demon and his minions have escaped through a portal found recently at the mines in the west bank cliffs known through out the kingdom for the quality silver they produce. Deciding that first priority is still the sleep and good food and hopefully even a bath before tackling what is most likely an extremely nasty cultist problem, thats now compounded by a pack of demons, And Wow how I hate investigation. Ahh well thats what contractor's are for, and speaking of which, where will I find a decent mythographer and local info broker. Chuckling to himself after all contractor's are easy to convince as he flex's his massive forearms and leaps back on to his mount, and rides to the Broken Unicorn to enjoy at least one decent night before it gets ruined by the usual need for someone to keep the safety of the nation in check, but why does it always have to be me.

OOG: I hope the Grammars not to bad I look over it and edit