Baggrin Kolmron :Name
Male :Gender
65 :Age
Neutral Good :Alignment
Dwarf :Race
Exchange Agent :Campaign Trait
Storm Druid :Class
Background
Thunder crashed.
The ground shook.
A young dwarf knelt in the mud. Lightning arced through the sky to reveal bodies scattered about in the mud. The battle was bloody and brutal. There was but one survivor. Baggrin knelt in the mud, cradling his brothers head in his arms. The orcs had come on there camp swiftly and quietly, felling the first of the dwarves in mere seconds. Before they had time to properly react the orcs were upon them again. There savagery was unmatched, but there tactics were elementary. The dwarves were ready for the third pass. The sound of steel clashing filled the clearing, the sounds of the dying filling in the gaps. Orc and dwarf alike bled in the mud. In the final second of the brawl two orcs had Baggrin outnumbered and flanked. They advanced on the young dwarf, thinking him an easy kill. Lightning flashed again and the sound of wood splintering was almost deafening as a tree collapsed, landing on the unsuspecting orc. The distraction gave Baggrin the time he needed to place his brothers hammer against the second orcs skull. The Earth Goddess had other plans for Baggrin it seemed, for this day he would live. Now, he wept. His brother and his friends were lost to him, nothing he could do would bring them back.
Baggrin wonders the lands now. Rather than face the shame of being the lone survivor of that orc attack, unable to save even his own blood. Now, he devoted his life the the Earth. Protecting the land and beasts from the ravishing industrial races of the world. Yet, he almost seems resentful that she would choose him and not his brother. Somehow it did not seem fair that he should live. What made him so special? Of course, Baggrin tried not to dwell on it. He moved forward, one foot in front of the other. Often times he takes up residence in one town or another for weeks even months at a time. He slowly acclimates himself back into society, functioning as a guide to those wishing to traverse the strange and often times dangerous lands. Living in such a fashion one hears all sorts of strange and wonderful stories. Fantastical creatures, heroic knights and beautiful princesses. But the stories of late have taken an eerie turn. There has been a call for brave, adventurous types to join the Pathfinders Society. So, that is exactly what Baggrin did. He took his experience of the land, the beasts and the plants with him. To better serve and protect the planet he did what he had to do. As a new member the lodge in Absalon saw an opportunity. They needed agents in Magnimar, this Druid would have to do.
Age: 65
Height/Weight: 4'3" / 199 pounds
Gender: Male
Hair/Eye Color: Dark Brown / Brown
Distinguishing Characteristics: Very large, bushy beard.
Marks/Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: A nose that looks as if it has been broken on more than one occasion.
General Description: Baggrin is a very stocky dwarf. Like most of his kin he is barrel chested and proud of it. He fashioned his own armor and sling out of the hides and animals. His shield, however, he will probably not admit that.
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Last edited by Drakken; Apr 7th, 2013 at 01:46 PM.
