Finnly Brogan

Dwarf

Description:

Finnly Brogan, level 3
Dwarf, Fighter
Build: Great Weapon Fighter
Fighter Talents: Two-handed Weapon Talent
Background: Baldur’s Gate

FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 15, Con 16, Dex 12, Int 12, Wis 15, Cha 11.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 15, Con 14, Dex 12, Int 12, Wis 13, Cha 11.

AC: 17 Fort: 16 Reflex: 12 Will: 13
HP: 43 Surges: 12 Surge Value: 10

TRAINED SKILLS
Streetwise +6, Endurance +10, Athletics +7

UNTRAINED SKILLS
Acrobatics +1, Arcana +2, Bluff +1, Diplomacy +1, Dungeoneering +5, Heal +3, History +2, Insight +3, Intimidate +1, Nature +3, Perception +3, Religion +2, Stealth +1, Thievery +1

FEATS
Level 1: Dwarven Weapon Training
Level 2: Savage Axe

POWERS
Fighter at-will 1: Cleave
Fighter at-will 1: Brash Strike
Fighter encounter 1: Bell Ringer
Fighter daily 1: Comeback Strike
Fighter utility 2: Unstoppable
Fighter encounter 3: Crushing Blow

ITEMS
Adventurer’s Kit, Greataxe, Light war pick, Chainmail, Cloth Armor (Basic Clothing)

Bio:

The Brogan name never carried much of a history. They were never know for big adventures or excess wealth due to their nomadic life style. When Finnly’s parents, Derl and Falola met they were no more than lowly beggars scratching up enough for the evenings meal. They began taking on tasks together from the locals in the village de jour… Cleaning basements, chopping firewood, mucking stalls and any other task to earn a copper. From time to time Derl would come across a tournament and fight for their temporary shelter and whatever swill was being dished out to the daily “entertainment”. Occasionally he would win and earn a name for his moment in the lime light and in a rare moment of victory he would be offered a temporary position with the traveling brawlers.

After several years of travel with a well known group of traveling fighters, they came into a town with a coliseum where Derl answered a posting on the community board for gladiator in training. From that moment on they started establishing a permanent home to call their own. Several months had passed and many battles were fought when Derl finally made his name in a legitimate arena. Moving up from a brawler to gladiator he became Derl The Great. Derl quickly became an unstoppable force with a battle axe and the coliseums star. Earning pouch upon pouch of coin he was soon able to buy Falola a ring of gold and asked her hand in wedded bliss.

They soon moved into a cottage of their own and started to build themselves the life they had only dreamed of. Derl continued his reign of terror over the “fresh meat” at the coliseum and Falola took sewing and weaving as a hobby to pass time between the household chores. At the occasional fair Falola would set up a stall and sell her most recent pieces. Finding that through these sales she was able to provide for her husband she took it upon herself to make this a career and become a provider as well as Derl. Soon she went from rugs and textiles to tapestries and gowns. Soon Derl and Falola were able to build a shop on the outer edge of their property for Falola to take orders and sell her crafts.

One evening Derl had finally achieved the title of champion and moved on from a regular fighter to a full time trainer to the new men who would look up to Derl and eventually challenge him for the title. After the extravagant ceremony and lavish feast Derl came home with his loving wife and settled next to warm fire to dream of what else the future could hold for them. Their life had become more than the could ever ask for… growing from mere homeless dwarves who huddled under trees on cold nights and forced to beg for work or coin to feed themselves… to a home of their own and jobs that paid more than they could spend. Life couldn’t be any better… or so they thought.

Falola and Derl soon started trying to have a baby and after several years they finally they were blessed with a healthy little boy who they named Finnly. Falola started being more selective with the orders she took and so closed down her shop to raise her son. Derl continued to reign as champion and became a highly sought after trainer. Derl spent as much free time with Finn fishing, hunting and hiking. As Finn grew older they started to enjoy the occasional skirmish and scuffle (most of which Derl gladly threw to see the joyous shouts and dances victory from his boy). Finn would become a regular at his fathers place of work and secretly practice his fathers moves hoping to one day become a champion like Derl.

In his teen years he started taking formal lessons from his dad and took a job cleaning the coliseum after all the events. Joining the crowds as the battles took place he took mental notes and began making a plan for his debut fight. When finally the moment came when Finn could dawn his fathers armor and axe he took to the field and won his first battle! Quickly under his fathers watchful eye Finn moved up through the ranks of brawler, skirmisher and fighter to become gladiator. Soon his Derl dropped training to part time and began taking a more active role fighting. Derl and Finn began fighting side by side tearing through the onslaught of challengers who came pouring in to claim their titles.

Before Finn could have the chance to take his father on for champion a mysterious knight nicknamed Dragon-Fire entered the ranks of the battlers. He too quickly rose the ranks and became feared by many in the arena. There was something strange about this knight. Through sparing and battles everyone felt there was something unholy about him. They way he kept himself from the community and lack of verbal communication. At times it seemed as though he would mutter to himself in an unknown tongue… He was no normal man and there was no question behind that.

It was no more than a few months when Dragon-fire set out a challenge to Finn for his title. It was a long fierce battle that went through much of the evening. Finn fought with all his might and skills but couldn’t deliver any of the crippling blows his father was know for. Sweat and blood covered much of their bodies and armor when Dragon-Fire knocked Finn to the dirt. Before he could get to his feet Finn found himself on the wrong end of war hammer. Waking up after several days under his mothers care he took to road to recovery. With a broken arm and fractured ribs he lost his title to Dragon -Fire and slowly but surly started training through the pain of his injuries to win back his place he had lost.

Months after Dragon-Fire gaining title of gladiator he pushed his way into a battle with Derl to dethrone the champion. Falola and Finn warned him not to accept the challenge for fear there was something unnatural about Dragon-Fire… something dark and soulless. He disregarded their arguments and had to defend his honor. This was the event the kingdom had been waiting for… the battle for champion. Finn and Falola were given the most desired seats for the show.

The trumpets blasted and the fighters entered the arena. The king opened the event with a quick word of encouragement to his people and brought the fight a start. Armed with his battle axe Derl rushed his opponent with a war cry that sent shivers down the spines of the crowds. As Derl charged Dragon-fire stood motionless with the flames of pure hatred breathing from his eyes. Dragon-fires hammer strapped to his back was the least of Derl’s worries. As Derl raised his weapon to strike down his foe he was blasted square in the chest by a flash of green lightning. Derl fell to the ground shaking violently gasping for air as the crowd fell silent. As Finn and Falola watched helplessly Dragon-Fire drew his hammer and advanced on his disabled opponent. When he came to Derl’s side he raised his hammer high and brought it crashing into the skull of the reigning champion…

Death was never well received in the arena often resulting in the banishment of killer. That night marked a long series of tragic events in Finns life. After Dragon-Fire was cast out of the kingdom they began to mourn the loss of a champion, a husband, a father. The coliseum came to a close and brought the kingdom into a cloud of sorrow. The king funded a large funeral and burial ceremony for the Brogans in remembrance of Derl. It seemed as though the rain would never end…

Months later as Finn worked himself raw to provide for his mother the kingdom was stricken with a plague that decimated the population. As they fell ill they did all they could to keep off of deaths doorstep. Finn worked odd jobs to keep his mother under the watch of a doctor. Sadly their efforts were brought to an end when his mother passed away…

This was the final blow to Finn… He fell into a depression and lost his family home and all they had worked for. His sorrow turned to hatred and he turned hard toward the world. Each and every painful event Finn placed squarely on the shoulders of Dragon-Fire… This embodiment of pure evil needed to pay for what he had done to Finns life… Finn starved for the closure he needed… the death of Dragon-Fire…

Now residing in Mosstone Finn has established a simple and sometimes exciting life. Work has slowed to a crawl and is forcing Finn to come to a final decision about his current situation. Should he stay or should he set out on his own to continue his hunt. Tough decisions have always plagued him but sitting idly eats away at his mind.

Finnly Brogan

Moonsunder ChrisGraham