Male dwarf fighter 4/barbarian 4: CR 8; Medium humanoid (dwarf); Hit Dice 4d10 + 4d12 + 16; 70 hp; Init +1; Spd 30 ft. (6 squares); AC 20 (+1 Dex, +7 armor, +1 natural, +1 deflection), 12 touch, 19 flat-footed; BAB/Grapple +8/+12; Atk +13 melee (2d6+6, +2 large flail) or +10 ranged (1d6+4, masterwork throwing axe); Full atk +13/+8 melee (2d6+6, +2 large flail) or +10/+5 ranged (1d6+4, masterwork throwing axe); SA rage 2/day; SQ darkvision 60ft, dwarf traits, fast movement, trap sense +1, uncanny dodge; AL CN; SV Fort +10, Reflex +3, Will +4; Str 18, Dex 12, Con 14, Int 11, Wis 14, Cha 10.
Skills and Feats: Climb +6, Craft (cooking) +4, Intimidate +6, Jump +5, Listen +6, Speak Language (Giant), Survival +7; Cleave, Diehard, Endurance, Power Attack, Weapon Focus (flail), Weapon Specialization (flail)
Languages: Common, dwarven, giant
Possessions: +2 breastplate, +2 large flail, amulet of natural armor +1, backpack*, bedroll, flint and steel, Murlynd’s spoon, potion of bull’s strength, potion of cure light wounds (x2), ring of protection +1, throwing axe (masterwork) (x2), waterskin.
*Almost everything the backpack contains is random food items of some type, such as bread, cheese or meats.
Many dwarves are gruff and surly. Hagred Stonebite puts every one of them to shame. His hard, ruddy face never seems to show any emotion except disinterest, even when he’s interested in something. He is wide, even for a dwarf, and exceptionally muscular. His strength, he maintains, is natural and isn’t enhanced by magic at all. Hagred’s head is shaved and waxed to a shine and his long beard has lines of gray in it, hinting at an age he will never confirm to anyone.
Hagred Stonebite was once a guard and the trail cook for a traveling caravan, and had designs on opening his own tavern one day. After that caravan and all of his friends in it was entirely wiped out by ogres (while he was away), Hagred grew even more gruff than he was before. Despite his heart being hardened by his hatred of ogres, he still likes to cook, and considers himself the resident chef for his traveling group, which includes Kurain Sandwalker and Vladimir Pedriski. So long as circumstances permit, he cooks up a lavish meal (by adventurers’ standards) for his group each night, though he accepts compliments and thanks with only a grunt.
Despite his gruff exterior, Hagred very much likes his two companions (and is even growing fond of Vladimir’s bear, Nikita). On top of their being his last link to several friends who died during the ogre raid on his caravan, he genuinely likes them. He would, and almost has, on several occasions, willingly die to save them. On one such occasion, he stood his ground against a huge ogre chieftain in order to buy his friends time to escape. Through his great combat skill and no small amount of luck, he managed to slay the giant, which is how he came into possession of the giant flail he wields today.
Hagred Stonebite doesn’t waste any time or energy with flashy moves of seat-of-his-pants antics. Among his band, he is meant to be a hard-hitting brute, and he performs this task very well. If facing multiple opponents and he has the opportunity, Hagred will toss his throwing axes before drawing his giant flail. If only facing a single opponent, he will instead quickly close to melee distance and attempt to turn his enemy into a flattened pile of goo with his flail. When facing off against ogres, as he often does, Hagred will enter a barbarian rage and will use his Power Attack feat to do as much damage per strike as possible, trusting on his racial bonus to AC against giants to help keep him alive. Unless stopped, Hagred will coup de gras any downed ogre before moving on to the next enemy.