A curmudgeonly dwarf who hopes to liberate his people.
Hardek level 1 Dwarf, Warden Guardian Might: Earthstrength
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 18, Dex 11, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 8.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 16, Dex 11, Int 10, Wis 13, Cha 8.
AC: 19 Fort: 15 Reflex: 12 Will: 13 HP: 35 Surges: 13 Surge Value: 8
TRAINED SKILLS Nature +7, Perception +7, Dungeoneering +9, Athletics +5
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics -3, Arcana, Bluff -1, Diplomacy -1, Endurance +3, Heal +2, History, Insight +2, Intimidate -1, Religion, Stealth -3, Streetwise -1, Thievery -3
FEATS Level 1: Dwarven Weapon Training
POWERS Warden at-will 1: Strength of Stone Warden at-will 1: Thorn Strike Warden encounter 1: Thunder Ram Assault Warden daily 1: Form of Winter’s Herald
ITEMS +1 Earth-Wrought Craghammer, Heavy Shield, Hide Armor
Hardek was birthed in the White Mountains. As a young boy he was trained to be a smith, unlike many dwarves who are trained to become soldiers. Even though most dwarves dabble into smithing as part of their military trainig. This is only so they know the effort that goes into making such a fine weapon. Hardek showed promise of being a great smitth and was taken on as an apprentice by Gotz, the greatest smith in the Dwarven Empire and engineer of the new and improved Blunderbuss. Hardek studied and trained for many years, learning all the techniques to be a proper smith(he wasn’t very fond of being a gunsmith, he found them uncivilized).
Just days before Hardek was to become a master smith, his master and many of his friends were called off to the front lines. Hardek was left to protect his masters shop and produce weapons for the front lines. The dwarves and the humans have long been allies and with the humans territory spreading into the forests of their borders, they stirred up a war with the creatures of the forest.
Hardek slaved day and night producing the finest arms for his men. One night when his work was interrupted. He was in the forge working on a fine axe when he heard something in his masters draft room. Uncertain of what it could be he moved approached the room cautiously, opened the door to find a human rummaging through his masters desk. He charged at the human with his unfinished axe when another human grabbed him from behind. Everything went dark. The next morning he awoke on the floor of the office. He looked around and saw his masters office in shambles. Hardek searched to see if anything was missing and was unable to find his masters firearm prototypes. He panicked, his head began running around uncertain of what would happen if his master returned to find his work was missing. Hardek ran to the food cupboard and grabbed a few chunks of salted pork and some ale then went to his workshop, slung a wooden shield over his back and grabbed a hammer. He waited for night fall when he fleed his city and went to the woods.
Years went by, Hardek befriended a group of half-elf outcasts, he became their smith. His life was peaceful with almost all memory of his dwarven city lost. One night he was waken by screams in the distance. He grabbed his arms and ran off into the woods. What he saw would haunt him to his death. Dwarves which he had thought to be so fearless were running through the woods, fleeing from what seemed to be lightning and flame. He tried to get an answer from a dwarf passing by but did not get a response. As the sparks of lightning came closer so did the thunder and he was able to make out images of human-like figures. They got even closer and could now see that the lightning was the spark of gunpowder from a gun. He began to run, hoping to get to his half-elf friends before the humans could. When he returned to his commune he found that the elves had already left. He tracked their trails into a cave in the mountains. As he entered the cave he could see thousands of dwarves hiding, women and children. He asked why they were hiding.
It seems like alot had happened since he left, part of which was his doing. The Gracian Empire and the dwarves cleared the forests well. When the humans had expanded all they wanted they called off their dwarven allies and had them return to their mountains. Months later the humans called upon them again. They walked into a slaughter. The humans set the dwarven troops ablaze with their new firearms, the likes of which the dwarves have never seen. After the humans had slaughtered the dwarven soldiers that went to their aid, the humans moved to the dwarven cities. That’s when the people fled here.
Feeling anger for the humans welling up inside of him, Hardek grabbed his hammer and shield and headed for a Gracian outpost, not expecting to come back alive. He stormed into their camp by himself, taking out several of their soldiers before being shot in the back by a Gracian arquebus. He fled into the woods, trying to lose the Dragoons with a bullet in his side. As he laid down to die, he couldn’t help but feel that his life had been wasted and his purpose never fulfilled. Calling upon the Earth Spirit, Hardek asked for a second chance at life and in exchange he would right the wrongs done by the Gracian Empire and the travesties they did to nature. Hardek awoke the next morning, his wounds healed and attuned to the call of the natural world. This time, the Gracians would not get away so easily. This time, Hardek would have his revenge.
Hardek will always try to help the weak and bring justice to the mistreated. Since he left his clan, he’s also realized that the world is cruel and chaotic. Living in the wild taught him that somethings are just out of one’s control. His distaste for humans drives him to push himself further and further in hope that one day he can restore the honor of his clan.
Hardek is old and weathered man. He looks as though he should be long dead yet he has the strength and wisdom of a prime soldier. His long white hair flows freely while his white beard is kept down with an assortment of braids.