Lux Tenebris: Hellhammer

HELLHAMMER, L6 Mountain Dwarf Champion

STR     20 (+5)

DEX    12 (+1)

CON   15 (+2)

INT     10 (+0)

WIS     13 (+1)

CHA   10 (+0)

HP       56

AC      16 (Chain Mail)

Traits:

Darkvision.

Dwarven Resilience.

Stonecunning.

Speed: 25 feet

Languages: Dwarvish, Common.

Proficiencies: +3

Armor: All armor, Shields

Weapons: Simple, Martial

Tools: Smith’s tools

Saves: Strength, Constitution

Skills: Athletics, Intimidation, Perception, Survival

Feats:

Military Rank

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FS: Greatweapon Fighting

Second Wind

Action Surge

Martial Archetype: Champion

- Improved Critical

Extra Attack

Equipment:

Lifetaker. Magic weapon. Rare. Requires attunement. Great axe. Melee. +8 to hit; deals 1d12 +5 slashing; Heavy, 2-handed. Every time Lifetaker deals damage to a creature, the wielder gains temporary hip points equal to half the damage dealt, rounded down.

Mace. Melee. +8 to hit; deals 1d6 +5 bludgeoning.

Dagger. Melee; +8 to hit; deals 1d4 +5 piercing; Ranged, 20/60 ft.

Chain Mail. Defense. AC 16. Min Str 13. Disadvantage on Stealth.

The dwarf called Hellhammer is the bouncer at the Laughing Dolphin Tavern. He’s seldom employed in that capacity, however, much to the relief of everyone who frequents the tavern.

Hellhammer arrived on Avoree roughly fifteen years ago. He stepped off the Cheshire’s gangplank, dropped to his knees and kissed the earth, swearing he would never set foot on a ship ever again. Although he initially worked as a dock hand, Hellhammer eventually gravitated to the Laughing Dolphin, where Brenna Hallowkin hired him as bouncer and general peacekeeper. Hellhammer proved extremely well-suited to the position. People still talk about the time he trounced three lumbering half-orcs.

Hellhammer has never said why he came to Avoree and the locals don’t ask. He sleeps above the bar, and some people say that on quiet nights you can hear the fierce dwarf screaming in his sleep. To date, no one has had the courage to ask him about his nightmares.

Hellhammer is best friends with Alvaric Hallowkin, the mayor of Avoree. The two often play cards inside the tavern. He was also fond of the dragonborn bard, Silverscale, and was quick to leap to her defense when mainlander refugees accused her of being a Draconic spy.

When Silverscale decided to return to the Empire, Hellhammer insisted on accompanying her as friend and guard. The dwarf has since returned to Avoree. People who know him, have commented that he seems more thoughtful lately. He has been seen on the beach, great axe slung over his shoulder, staring north across the ocean toward distant Nur a pensive expression on his usually dour face.