Ovak

Ovak (a.k.a. Ovar) 7^th lvl Rogue -deceased-

CG Shield Dwarf Male Shield Dwarf Vergadain

HP 46

Fort +5 Ref +9 Will +2

AC 19

STR 14 DEX 18 CON 16 INT 14 WIS 10 CHA 11

Spot +6 Listen +2 Sense Motive +2

Languages Dwarven, Common, Goblin, Damaran

Items Boots of Elvenkind, haste potion, shortsword, rapier +1, lightcrossbow

Ovak

Where the river Shaengarne flows into the Sea of Moving Ice in the far north, stands an isolated stone towered city of dwarves carved into the rocky walls known as Fireshear. From these mining halls fled Ovak, blamed for the destruction of an entire mining complex, including valuable inventory. Although Ovak doesn’t quite remember doing this, his mind had been clouded by drink that night and the damage, so to speak, had been done.

When representitives of the owners came to investigate the incident, Ovak promised to have answers for them on the morrow. That night, he stowed away on a ship which left before daylight and made haste down the coast to Seawell. In this small shipping community, the dwarf found work as a sell-sword and earned some good coin in a brush with Lizardfolk tribes.

Waterdeep was his next destination and barely a ten-day had passed in the cosmopolitan city before Ovak was discovered. Representatives once again came to Ovaks door, only this time no discussion had been planned. Instead these visitors bashed in the door with a single kick and attacked the dummy body lying in the bed. Although the wiley dwarf was hiding beneath, his assailants instantly assumed he had leaped from the window and gave chase. Ovak’s companions were heading to a small town called Secomber that week and he felt the timing was right to move on. The dwarf never made it out of the city.

A silent strike to the back of the head sent Ovak spiralling into unconsciousness. He awoke gagged and bound inside a covered wagon heading south on the Trade Way. Laying helpless, he overheard a bounty of nearly 2,000 gold pieces had been put on his head by a powerful merchant family of Westgate. If his luck doesn’t change soon, Ovak’s future may be grim indeed.

As it is said, Vergadain helps those who help themselves and if this dwarf knew nothing else, it was how to help himself. With a mental prayer, Ovak asked the Laughing Dwarf for a favor. He begged the god to deliver a message to his companions, wherever they may be, and Vergadain did so.

The party surprised his captors and saved him from the bounty hunters of Scornubel.

Ovak finally met his demise at the hands of a priestess of ill fortune, Beshaba. The irony was not lost on Ovak as he passed from this world.