¹ Extreme range possible, per the guidelines given in Missile Combat Modifiers

Dwarven, Common, Goblinoid, Old Dwarven, Undercommon

¹If the psion tries to transfer hit points when he has fewer than five remaining, he must make a power check against MAC 7. If this fails, he cannot transfer the points. In any case, he cannot transfer hit points if he has only one remaining. The beneficiary of this power can never exceed his normal, healthy total of hit points.

¹Suddenly shy and tender, Liesel extracted a tiny, exquisite box, a work of art in itself, and lifted the lid. There, on a velvet pad, nestled one inside the other were two rings. Dragorn recognised the intricate puzzle bands that had once been his interlocking Ring of Free Action. With consummate skill they had been reworked, and part taken to form a second, much smaller, ring. Inside each of the remade rings was an inner circlet of rose gold (Liesel's gold nugget) engraved with a subtle pattern of apple blossoms. The interlocking bands passed over the rose gold core of both rings like embracing arms. The final elements were the two rubies he had given her. They had been cut into matching cabochons and polished to show their fiery inner stars, then mounted on the rings. Liesel waited wide eyed and holding her breath for his reaction.

Liesel held on to Dragorn until her tears threatened to overwhelm her. Trying not to break down, she pulled away and took refuge in activity, struggling to haul the heavy pack that filled one corner of her tiny room into the centre. "It's a good thing I did laundry yesterday," she declared in a quavering voice. "You have your book," she added, touching the fat volume of blank paper that he would use to write to her throughout his journey. "Do you have plenty of ink? I have extra quills--you better take them." She continued her inventory. "Soap. Salve. Witch hazel…Oh, you don't have any sewing supplies…" She turned to rummage in her sewing basket, quickly assembling a paper of pins, four silver needles, and a spool of thread, and then pulling out a pair of a pair of warm woollen hosen, grey with red tops. "And I only finished wu--one pair of socks!" she sobbed, holding them out to him sadly.

Subdual healing with spells: 6/hr

Blackhammer was originally Schwarzhammer; it was translated into Common by one of Dragorn's early employers, and he never bothered trying to change it back.

Dragorn was a member of the Dwarven Elite, and on Haven had dedicated his life to the destruction of The Nameless One, putting nothing before that goal. He loved combat and did not like to use missile weapons, preferring to get "up close and personal" with his opponents. He was exhilarated by the fierce give-and-take, taking a hit and giving a harder one back, to show who the stronger more resilient warrior really was. Only since landing on Erden has he discovered how much more there is to life than warfare.

Dragorn's father was a hard man who made his son run faster, work longer, and fight harder than any other boy in the Clan; if he failed he was subjected to a very harsh "learning" process. However, such harsh methods got results. Dragorn grew up into a skilful craftsman and a deadly warrior. As soon a he was of age, he left home and hasn't looked back, but he is not embittered; he has nothing to prove to his father, only to himself as each day he tries to surpass yesterday's personal best.

Dragorn squared off against three ogres. With a quick flick of his sword one was down and bleeding to death, but undeterred the others stepped forth with their attacks. Dragorn deftly blocked one with his shield whilst ducking under the other's swing. However, the ogres continued to press the fight, and one of them got a nasty hit on Dragorn's right leg. Ignoring his injury he circled, watching for his opening; darting in beneath his larger opponents' guard he took down the second ogre with two quick, deadly slashes, then sprang back, too small and too quick for his dying foe to retaliate. More cautious now, but with eyes of burning hatred, the remaining ogre squared to meet the death-dealer. A flurry of lunge and parry yielded little advantage, no more than glancing blows. After one of these Dragorn smiled at his brutish opponent and said in the ogre's language, "You call that a strike? I will give you your next strike first so you will know that I took your best and still came out on top. Let your soul remember that, as it looks down on your dead body being feasted on by the crows and vultures."

On that final, fateful, rain-soaked day, while the spellcasters prepared to cast and Max began his chant, Dragorn, never one for magic, sat in the library and honed his sword. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in deciphering the map--quite the contrary--but he didn't think his voice was going to make the difference! He figured he might as well do something useful while he waited. When the earth began to shake the dwarf dropped his whetstone and leapt to his feet, sword firmly clutched in his grasp, preparing to face another enemy. First Max and Riva disappeared, and then he himself was pulled through the very fabric of space and time. He faintly heard Sir Poll order, "Get out of here! I'll hold the walls!" and then he was standing on the battlefield, staring into the face of a charging army of orcs and ogres!

Well, I sure chose the wrong morning to leave off my armour! he thought inconsequently, and then the band was upon him. Without his shield he snatched out the hand ax he always wore at his belt to parry the enemies' blows and met the onslaught with a defiant grin. Much more agile without the encumbering plate, and keenly aware of his own vulnerable skin, he dove between the first ogre's legs, slashing…effectively. The ogre fell screaming to the ground, writhing with pain, and Dragorn prepared to meet the next charge. Two ogres set upon him, both fighting with the ferocity of desperation, knowing well the stakes, for Tollossus and the Nameless One could be seen in the centre of the arena, and the power of their conflict shook the earth. Dragon struck and parried, hard pressed by his foes. At one time he thought sure he was done for, when an elven arrow struck one ogre in the throat, ending his attack. The remaining opponent was soon dispatched, and Dragorn had barely turned to meet the next rush when the sky seemed to split asunder.

The blinding flash of Tollossus's final blow filled the world, and his eyes were dazzled for a moment by the light, before the shockwave first threw him backward, then pulled him forward into the void. The sound was a deafening roar. Unseen objects battered him as he tumbled wildly through the air. His sword was wrenched from his grasp and then something large and solid slammed into his left arm, and his axe slipped from his suddenly numb and nerveless fingers. He gasped in pain from the blows of a hundred indifferent sources--the detritus of a vanishing world. Strange energies coursed through his body as the maelstrom buffeted him relentlessly… buckles shattered…straps broke… and some items were simply crushed by the unnatural forces around him…

In the swirling darkness, he sensed, more than he saw, others… other travellers, being swept along much as he was himself. After what seemed an eternity, his awareness of the others faded, one by one, until he was alone in the spinning black. The dark madness seemed to last for aeons, but--after an incredibly long, long time--slowly, the spinning stopped. Dragorn's knees buckled as his weight suddenly asserted itself, and he realized that he was on solid ground once more. A brilliant flash of blue-white light assailed his eyes, and all at once he felt the sweet sensation of falling rain on his exposed skin. The wind tugged at his tattered garments as his eyes adjusted to the lesser darkness that was his new world, and the next flash of lightning revealed a stormy night sky over grass covered hills.

Atop a small rise he spotted a desolate looking barn next to a burned out farmhouse…But wait! What was that, just a few yards away? It looked like a figure of…someone… One of his fellow travellers, perhaps? The person seemed to have suddenly appeared, right before his dazed eyes, where a second before there was nothing. Whoever it was had fallen to the ground, and wasn't moving…

What is your full name?

Where and when were you born?

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the people.

What is your occupation?

To which social class do you belong?

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

Are you right- or left-handed?

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

What do you have in your pockets?

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

How would you describe your childhood in general?

What is your earliest memory?

How much schooling have you had?

Did you enjoy school?

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

As a child, what were your favourite activities?

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

When and with whom was your first kiss?

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

Describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Who has had the most influence on you?

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

What is your greatest regret?

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

When was the time you were the most frightened?

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

What is your best memory?

What is your worst memory?

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

What is your greatest fear?

What are your religious views?

What is your political ideology?

What are your views on sex?

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

What do you believe makes a successful life?

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e., do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

Do you have any biases or prejudices?

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

Who or what, if anything, would you die (or otherwise go to extremes) for?

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?

Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.

What do you look for in a potential lover?

How close are you to your family?

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?

Do you care what others think of you?

What is/are your favourite hobbies and pastimes?

What is your most treasured possession?

What is your favourite colour?

What is your favourite food?

What, if anything, do you like to read?

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, social events, theatre, art, etc.)?

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

How do you spend a typical night without work the following day?

What makes you laugh?

What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

How do you deal with stress?

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

What are your pet peeves?

Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

What is your greatest strength as a person?

What is your greatest weakness?

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

Are you generally organized or messy?

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

Do you like yourself?

What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…)

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

If you could choose, how would you want to die?

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

What three words best describe your personality?

What three words would others probably use to describe you?