DnD Desert Raiders Campaign Raven

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Background

My story starts at "Brax", a big goblin village in the far northern reaches. Hundertwenty years ago before our village was born, our grandparents we're rescued from enslavement. The symbol of our tribe became: "the raven". Characteristic of its nature: to hover with outstretched wings as a sign of freedom. The Tribe had their income, making weapons, armor and general items to surrounding cities. I was born and raised in a big family with 12 brothers and sisters. My father was a leatherworker and my mother did the housekeeping. Years gone by till the age of 10. I'll never forget the day of that new year's eve. On that special day our tribe set up a great campfire, for celebrating our one hundred twentieths anniversary of the tribe's free existence. Every year a young goblin(which would present the future of our tribe) had the honor of lit the big Woodpile on this special evening. If you knew the rules which the tribe pursues perfectly, you would get the honor of lighting the campfire. And this year I received the honor. Proud as i was, from this campaign, i presented my family. After months of practise, i proudly walked holding the Ivory torch(made by the village elder) high above my head to the Woodpile. But some loose trash on the floor, assured my fall perfectly into the oil watered woodpile. The wood pile was in flames, with me lying in there perfectly. Signed after this defeat of preparation: My parents in shame.... The village elders in anger.... My friends and with them their families rolling on the floor laughing.... Weeks of recovery from my burns went by.... I thought, there really was nothing changed in my village, that they would understand it was actually a normal goblin's clumsiness. The weird thing was that everyone was avoiding me. I was signed by my burns and was repeatedly beaten up and bullied because of it.

After several months there was still nothing changed, even my own family suffered from the little incident i made. Even they were bullied. And eventually I was even banished from the family circle. I ran away from the village and for months i tried to survive with what I could. I took on the name: "Raven" for that name stands for me alone. New years eve was coming...and my anger began to rise to unprecedented fury. I wanted to punish them for what they had done to me. My thoughts we're repeating itself: I will sign their life with fire, so they could feel my intense pain. And so i did on the night before new year's eve. I sneaked into the village, nailed all doors and windows with everyone inside. I put all the houses on fire and walked to the central village square.

I screamed, as hard as I could, so everyone could hear me: My name is Raven ... I shall liberate you from your own sins ... I will see you again ... but not here ... oh no!... not here ... I will definitely see you again in the afterlife ... To once again baptize you in fire ... The singing of all your burning children, will than once again ease my pain!

After the enjoyment of this great concert of screaming burning villagers, I went on walking south. After months of travel, I finally stranded on a small miners village. Worked there for some days, to earn some extra money. Suddenly, this village was under attack by a large group of bandits. After a fight i took a big hit on the head. Everything turned black. A few days later, I was awakened by some annoying little human children, they we're all around me. I was annoyed and yammered: What the Freakin Hell is going on!!!

Base

• Name: Priest
• Class: Ranger 1, scout 4
• Level: 5
• Race Air-Goblin
• HD: 1d8
• speed: 30 feet
• Type: Tactical combat
• Skill Bonuses: 8+int scout, 6+int ranger
• Resistances: none
• Languages: goblin, common,

Stats:

• Str .9 -1
• Dex .18 +4
• Con .11 +0
• Int .14 +2
• Wis .11 +0
• Cha .4 -3

• Fort +5
• Ref +11
• Will +3

• AC: 19
• Bab: +4

Attack:

• melee: +5
• ranged: +11 (to 30 ft)

Abilities

Darkvision 60ft hide +4, move silent +4

Equipment

Skirmishr boots Healing belt Ring of darkhidden Bag of endless Caltrops Everlasting rations Ever full mug 3xday Mithril shirt Composite longbow mstw, elven craft 55x arrows 20x blunt arrows 10x darts Sling 10x bullets Backpack Bedroll Flint & steel 5x Chalk Small mirror Signal whistle 3x Smoke stick

Feats

Weapon focus (whip) Exotic weapon proficiency (whip) Psionic weapon

Skills

• Skills: 12 points Ranks + Ab + i = Total

• Concentration(con) 7 + 1 = 8
• Craft alchemy(int) 6 + 0 = 6
• climb(str) 1 + 1 = 2
• Jump (str) 1 + 1 = 2
• Knowledge psionics(int) 2 + 0 = 2
• autohypnosis(wis) 2 + 3 = 5
• Ride(dex) 0 + 2 + 4 = 6
• Search(int) 0 + 0 = 0
• Swim(str) 1 + 1 = 2
• Move silent(dex) 0 + 2 + 4 = 6
• Hide(dex) 0 + 2 + 4 = 6

Journal

Day 1

Being rescued by some nomads, they travel to the of a desert. After a few hours, some annoying children ensures that the group cannot control themselves.