Barrier Peaks Revisited
The cleanest Bugbear you are likely to meet, his vestments all in black and immaculate (for an adventurer.) Oddly, he appears to be unarmed...don't want to scare the civilized any more than he has to after all. Mwaaahahhhaaaa :)
Memgum, level 12 Bugbear, Avenger, Fortune Blessed Build: Pursuing Avenger Avenger’s Censure: Censure of Pursuit Versatile Expertise: Versatile Expertise (Axe) Versatile Expertise: Versatile Expertise (Holy Symbol) Background: Cormyr (General) (Cormyr (General) Benefit)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 16, Dex 16, Int 11, Wis 20, Cha 9.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 13, Con 14, Dex 12, Int 10, Wis 17, Cha 8.
AC: 29 Fort: 22 Reflex: 22 Will: 25 HP: 96 Surges: 10 Surge Value: 25
TRAINED SKILLS Religion +11, Acrobatics +14, Insight +20, Perception +21
ITEMS Vigorous Resolve Vestments Githweave Armor +3, Diadem of Acuity (heroic tier), Jagged Execution axe (Large) +3, Iron Armbands of Power (heroic tier), Amulet of Life +2, Bag of Holding (heroic tier), Potion of Vitality (paragon tier), Potion of Healing (heroic tier) (4), Potion of Regeneration (heroic tier) (3), Gauntlets of Blood (heroic tier), Belt of Vigor (heroic tier), Boots of the Fencing Master (heroic tier), Escape Tattoo (heroic tier)
Memgum always knew he was different than the other Bugbears. He didn’t really ENJOY killing like they did, didn’t exalt in the torture and maiming of their prey before eating them or the rigid tribe power games. Memgum wanted to see the world, travel, see all the marvels of civilization…he wondered if there was something wrong with him, why was he different after all?
While on a common raid/scout his party came upon a group of humans, vagabonds by the look of them. While his companions enjoyed their “fun”, Memgum poked around in the wagons of the humans. Something was CALLING him – it was very strange… In one of them, a group of the humans had been playing a dice game and Memgum did not understand why this was interesting to him. He thought about it for a moment and realized that he had always been a winner in games of chance. Who was king of bone tossing after all? Memgum. Most of his fellow Bugbears refused to play with him anymore because he was so “lucky”. Skill says Memgum, skill – it’s all in the wrist :)
He continued to poke around in this particular wagon, something nearby still calling to him. Then he looked upon a set of dice. Oddly, rather than being on the floor besides bet money and such, they were wound intricately into a necklace of some sort that one of the humans wore. My how they called to him. They “spoke” to him of travel, of freedom, of many things not known to the typical Bugbear. Why should they call to him? Maybe it was because of his great great eldsire? The other Bugbears always said he was different because his eldsire was a human! What nonsense! Was he not nearly as big as his fellows? But…he was a bit smarter, definitely much wiser. Hmmm, maybe they were right? Ugh, no matter.
Snagging the necklace, the moment he touched it a strong desire to run came upon him. He grabbed a gold-laden changepurse off of one of the corpses, grabbed his axe and made off into the night forever leaving behind his fellow Bugbears. To be sure, the road ahead will be hard. After all he is a Bugbear and strikes fear in the hearts of humankind by his mere presence. He would have to think on this…how to blend in.
After a few days travel, seemingly with no particular goal in mind and with several near mishaps with wandering humans, Memgum happened upon a monastery. Once it came into view, he knew this was his destination. Not knowing how he KNEW this, he decided to chance a direct encounter with the humans of this place. However, after banging on the gates he was surprised that the occupants were not frightened? They seemed to be expecting him? He was made welcome? Very odd…very odd indeed.
And so begins Memgum’s service to Lady Luck, she who had called to him for reasons still unknown. Or are they?
(future adventures to come – forgot my card at home.)
- Get a bigger Hamm…er, Axe! - Friend of the Vistani (or great great grandson perhaps?) - Fortune Favors the Bold!