Ogmar
From Rathe
Ogmar refers to a dwarven cleric of Durgorn (through avatar Bulgoth) whose defining characteristic is his low intelligence.
Brief Description
Ogmar is not the sharpest tool in the shed. This, however, allows him to approach life from a different angle. He can be quite sociable, but only when he realizes someone is actually talking to him. Ogmar has had very good teachers growing up in a temple dedicated to Bulgoth. This tutelage has transformed Ogmar from being an otherwise dopey little dwarf into a fairly tough and well-trained combat cleric, as is proven through his outside exploits with other followers of Durgorn. Ogmar is very happy to follow and help anyone he deems worthy, and this pretty much means:
- anyone who isn't trying to kill him or
- anyone who isn't committing an total atrocity upon all law-abiding creatures.
Statistics
Gender: Male Age: 88 Height: 4'2" Weight: 155 lbs.
Size and Type: Medium Dwarven Cleric -- Law/Fire Domain
Hit Dice: 6d8 cleric ( HP)
Initiative: +1
Speed: 20ft.
Armor Class: 24 normal 12 touch 23 flat-foot
BAB/Grapple: +4/+5
Attack: Masterwork Heavy Mace -- +6 hit, 1d8+1 bludgeoning damage, 2x crit Quarterstaff -- +5 hit, 1d6+1/1d6+1 bludgeoning damage, 2x crit
Full Attack: the same.
Space/Reach: 5ft./5ft.
Special Abilities: Base speed 20ft., but this can't be restricted by armor of heavy load. 60ft. darkvision +2 stone search +4 resist bull rush or trip +2 save vs. poison +2 save vs. spells/spell-like effects +1 attack vs. orcs/goblinoids +4 AC vs. giant-types +2 to stone or metal Appraise +2 to stone or metal Craft Common and Dwarven Languages 5 rds. total of fire immunity distibuted throughout character's lifetime
Saves: 9 fortitude 4 reflex 8 will
Abilities/Modifiers: STR 12 (+1) DEX 13 (+1) CON 16 (+3) INT 8 (-1) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 12 (+1)
Skill Ranks: Concentration -- 6 (+13 defensive casting) Knowledge of Religion -- 1 (+0) Heal -- 2 (+4)
Feats: Toughness Combat Casting Sacred Boost (see Complete Divine p.84)
Environment: Not that important.
Organization: Single, Buddied up with Vestri, or Adventuring Party
Challenge Rating: 6
Advancement: Cleric 7th
Level Adjustment: 0
Backstory
Ogmar, could you come over here for a moment? I have some things to tell you.
Ogmar, you’ve been very good to me. Ever since I found you standing around at the gates, you’ve been my apprentice, my protégé, my little dwarf, my surrogate son.
Ogmar, you’ve done well in your training. Every day, when I saw you standing guard at the door, I knew you were growing more and more disciplined, more and more self-confident. You know your scripture, you know your law, and you know how to draw upon Bulgoth’s power in times of need.
Ogmar, I’m not going to be around forever. Even now, as I lay on my bed, Durgorn calls to me to come work at that great forge in the sky. When I’m gone, Ogmar, you will need to go out on your own. Remember to learn a lesson every day, because that is how one moves mountains—one stone at a time.
Ogmar, I want you to live a good, long, healthy life, and come back sometime to visit me.
I’ll be waiting for you back here…back home.
Ogmar's Journal
Ogmar's journal is written in Common, and he structures his entries through one central lesson learned each day during his travels.
Lesson #1: Horses don't like axes.
In the city, my friend Vestri talkt to some guy. I dunno what he said, I went to sleep. So then I follow mai friend Vestri with mah horses an' we gets to this hole. All 'a sudden he drops this key into it. And then we jes' waited. I thought I herd some people burnin' nearby. Then I see a hairy mean guy come along holdin' this hyoooooooooooge Thwacker. Then some other guys--they coulda been the ones that was burnin'--come outta hidin' place. They looked bad. Like summada people I seen outside while I guarded the temple. And jus' then, I 'membered the guy and I jest CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE! But then the Thwacker wuz like, "Thwack!" an' now I'm all flyin' loike a bird. Looks like mah horse didnlike the Thwacker an' jest stopped runnin'. So I take another horse that was over there an' grabbed mai friend Vestri and we went home.
Lesson #2: The world is full of birds and men—and bird-men.
Weel, now we are going to da city agin because mai friend Vestri is followin’ some guys, I dunno why. When they played cards, I lookt at their faces. There’s this one guy who’s—hehehe! Looks real funny, hahahahahah! After I laffed I went to sleep and then we wurr in teh city. The other guys go to do sum things so I went to sum places, too. I went on the street and I went on da sleeping-place an’ I even went on teh temple to visit! Then it was noight and I went to sleep but then mai friend Vestri woke me up an’ I don’t know why so I go sleep agin. I get up tomorrow and mai friend Vestri and me follow the guys and we sit down and the guys start talkin’ agen, so I looks at birds an’ sleep. Then a angel comes out and I go oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. So then I asks him, “Are you an angel?” but I dinn’ hear him talk back ‘cuz to menny udder people werr talkin’, too. So I sleep again. Wow I sleep alot becawse too many guys talk and I don’t like talkin’.
Lesson #3: People rejoice when you kill orcs.
Today wee wennout and we go to a house. There was a bug. We killt it. Then there was a smelly dead guy an’ we make him die. Then there was more dead guys in another house, diffrent frum der firs house an’ the little guy prayed an’ the dead guys went away. We got to a place an’ then wennout an killed some orcs. Then we got back to da place an’ killed some more orcs. I did the thing weere I made fire come outta mye hands. Then we had fun. It wuz alotta fun. Then we wennout and go into a big, big house. Mai friend Vestri charges at a guy an falls down an’ the guy larffs a lot. I almos’ larfft two but mai friend Vestri was on duh grownd. The guy goes away an’ we go innoo a room wif a big, big, bull-guy innit. We killed duh bull-guy an’ we get lotsa shiney stuff so we go back to the city.
Lesson #4: Being wrapped in bandages doesn’t make one your old master.
So we gonna go kill sum people that steal stuff. Stealing is bad, so we gonna go kill summa dose people. When we’re going there, we see some dead guys. But wonna dem was my old master! I dinn’ move fore a littl bitt. We made them all go fall down, but my old master wazznt my old master. We go kill teh pundits (bandits?) an’ the hairy mean guy wit’ teh hyooge Thwacker commout and goes “Thwack!” on deh angel. I told deh Thwacker to stop Thwacking and it stopped Thwacking. I waz wurred ‘bout Mr. Angel but then a guy came up to im an I saw hes okay.
We go inna hole. I see mai old master again an’ I cant moof agin! Why’s mah old master gotta make me feel this way? A cat comes in and it was a man and it was a cat at the same time. We saw old master one last time, he hit angel-furry guy before we put him away. He didn feel so good. I thot he gonna die. The great forge inna sky is great, but I want him to stay here! We kaem bak to the city and saevd him. I cryed. Then I see my old master wazznt my old master cuz my old master wunt want angel-furry guy to die.
Lesson #5: Look for holes—they always contain surprises.
We wayted a day wyle the guy wif scary Is got an awl. Sleepy…
We went to anudder place the place were we had fun an’ we sleep again. Then some dead guys come outta hole so we killem. I like how good a job I do. Bettern’ standing in frontta doors wiffa stick all day. Goat-guy told us to follow him, playd nice music. Then I fall inna hole. I wunner if any dead guys r heer? There’s another hole. I sleep. I goin and there’s lossa crazylookin guys inside. I sleep summor.
Lesson #6: Aberrations always want to molest you.
There was dis house andit was a hurrble house. Firstere were too dark things that tuched meein places I din wanna be tuched. Dennere were munkeys that tryd to chok mai friends. Anudder dark thing comes agin an tryd to eat mai friend again. It mayd me sik annen it mayd me runnouttadaroom loike a crazyman. We go down an a peece of meet really eeted mai funny-lookin friend. Im sad. Down again we killt a skuigly thing but it mayde wolf-bird-man all skuigly, too. Wee trid to git halp but teh wurrds onna skrol mayde mye hed hurrt. The littl guy red it tho, so he wazsokay.
Lesson #7: A picture is worth a thousand words.
Whun mizter wolf-bird-man went bak too nurmul we wint bak to the hole wittha crazylookin guys an’ took a gie an’ tookim to a city. But beefohr dat we see burnin’ peepul an’ I think this don’ luk rite and mai friend Vestri say it don’ luk rite tooo. Then we were walkin’ an’ BIG TREEES come to step unus. I luk an’ mai friends don’ luk tooo gud, so I mayd fire come frum mie hands an’ light won loike a torch. We go too teh city an’ th’gie we took fownd a new friend. I go too buy stuff wif munnie butai cain’t seee der stoof I buy in mye hed so tha shoppersun shohs me pikshur an’ I get it. We go awai frum da city agin an’ tha seam nurmul badd stoof coom oot an’ jomp us, but weererealrayt. Ohkey, Im gun go luk at prity sky now.
Lesson #8: No matter the trials, no matter the tribulations, a helping hand always goes a long way.
Well, heer I am at home agen. I kaym bak becauz I was teyerd. The sky got bad an’ I lukked at a payper to go up a wawl wif mai friends. Affer that wee fawt moor peepul and dogs. Then anuthur guy kaym out an everone mayd a big deal. I din think this wus gud so I start prayin’ loike old master tot me. Then I fell like I hadda mayk sum funny hand moofs at teh guy to mayk him stop lukkin’ at us loike he was gun killus. Mistur Wolf-bird-man got hit by leyt outta sky. He lukked okey. Now it gut windy an’ wee hadda goin side. Mai liddle friend lukked lyek he want gon’ maykit so I katchem. Then I lukked lyek I want gon’ maykit buttai did. It wuzcary. I wuz tired.
Duh room fell onus. Owch. Later wee had peepul wid claws attak us. Owch. We go down stayrs. I wuz tired. Also wurr bugs an’ peepul wut turrnd the layts owt. I got hit menny tyms. Owch. I wuz tired aftur. Also a big eye heer mayd me moor tired. Im happy mai friends helpt. We fund a new friend affer that. She wussmall. We fund a new friend affer that. He wuss big an’ shayk hans wiffme. I lyke shaykn’ hans. We climmed a little to gettout and wen home. I nevurr gonna forget friends.
