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“bring it on Destiny” is what I say to myself as I get up to check my surroundings.
 
“bring it on Destiny” is what I say to myself as I get up to check my surroundings.
  
== Base ==
 
  
*Name: Never given one but responds to "You!"
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== Sheet ==
*Class: Binder
 
*Level: 1
 
*Race: Goblin
 
*HD: 1
 
*speed: 30 feet.
 
*Type: Small Humanoid (Goblinoid)
 
*Skill Bonuses: +4 move silent, + 4 ride
 
*Resistances: none
 
*Languages: Goblinoid, Commen
 
  
 
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http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=133036
 
 
 
 
Stats:
 
*Str 12 +1
 
*Dex 12 +1
 
*Con 10 +0
 
*Int 12 +1
 
*Wis 10 +0
 
*Cha 12 +1
 
 
 
*Fort +2
 
*Ref +1
 
*Will +2
 
 
 
 
*AC: 16 ( 15 flate, 12 touch)
 
*Bab: +0
 
 
 
 
 
Attack:
 
*melee: Sickle +2 attack (1d4+1)
 
*ranged: Sling +2 attack (1d3+1)
 
  
 
== Abilities ==
 
== Abilities ==

Revision as of 02:16, 15 June 2009

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Background

DRC You!.jpeg


He you! That’s how it all started. It seems like a lifetime ago when they found me in the ruins of a small town. I tried adopting a new name one in a while. But it doesn’t work if you’re the only one using it.

They where a small group of nomadic desert goblin. It was said among the group that this was because that has been the way of their ancestors, it was not said that it was because larger creatures didn’t like goblins on their land.

I lived a good live among them, as good as a goblin can get it. There was ofcors the constant picking because unlike them I wasn’t a desert creature that could stand the ever burning sun and the freezing nights. But that was often balanced by them cowering in a corner when one of my protectors came. I’m not sure what my age is, but for one of my people I am pretty old.

All went well till we raided a small dwarven settlement. They where a noble race and they had strange habits. One of the, to my dismay, was that they never attack without speaking there name. I feel like Aym was influencing me, but maybe it was just something I really needed to do. But every time a dwarf spoke his name I went to him and handed him a coin. This didn’t sit to well with eider the goblins or the dwarfs and I woke up a while later in the runes of the dwarven settlement.

As I pull the goblin arrow out of my leg I see a quarry on the horizon. Being in dire need of food and water all the time I go there. The people of the quarry where so desperate for workers that they even hired an old-timer like myself.

That night people came. The took all the attention to themselves as they raided the quarry. Something inside me just couldn’t allow that. This was probably Naberius, one of my protectors. So I jumped on top of some rocks and started to address the raiders on the top of my voice.

Waking up I wonder if I have some nomadic blood myself, I seem to get around quite a bit. As I look to see what is biting my ear I spot a human child. “bring it on Destiny” is what I say to myself as I get up to check my surroundings.


Sheet

http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=133036

Abilities

Soul binding (1 vestige)

Equipment

  • small Chain shirt
  • small Sickle
  • small Sling (48 bullets)
  • 5 Small waterskin's
  • 15 Rations, trail
  • Rope, silk (50 ft.)
  • Small parasol
  • Backpack
  • Desert outfit
  • Cold weather outfit
  • Guard dog

Feats

Improved binding

Skills

  • Skills: 12 points Ranks + Ab + i = Total
  • Bluff (cha) 4 + 1 = 5
  • Craft food (int) 4 + 1 = 5
  • Intimidate 4 + 1 = -4 = 1
  • Ride (dex) + 1 = 4 = 5
  • Sense motive (wis) 4 + 1 = 5
  • Hide (dex) + 1 = 4 = 5

Journal

Day 1