Velmont
First Post
Here the stats. I'ev decided to do it a Swashbuckler. He will do a good tank with his high stats, even more when he will enter his Insightful Strike. At start, I have made him with high saving and almost no possession, as I don't see teh need for a sailor like him to have a lot of possession (at the opposite, sailors generally have few), but I think quickly he will acquire some.
Erekose, I know some people thinks the swashbuckler is a bit weak compare to other figthing class. Honestly, I don't mind, even less with these high stats. If you want to do some change, go on, but it can also stay like that.
Jerrell Rivers
Human Swashbuckler 1
Medium Humanoid
Neutral Good
Init +3; Senses Listen +2, Spot +2;
Languages: Common, Dwarven, Elven, Gnome, Halfling
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AC 13, flatfooted 10, touch 13;
HP 13 (HD 1d10+3)
Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +2;
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Spd 30';
Melee: Dagger +4 (1d4+3/19-20x2);
Melee: Dagger +2 (1d4+3/19-20x2), Fist +2 (1d3+3/x2);
Ranged: Dagger +4 (1d4+3/19-20x2) Range 10', 1 ammunition;
Attack Options:
Base Atk +1, Grapple +4;
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Abilities: Str 16 [+3], Dex 17 [+3], Con 16 [+3], Int 16 [+3], Wis 14 [+2], Cha 10 [+0].
XP: 0
Feats: Water Rats, Imporved Unarmed Strike, Two-Weapon Figthing, Weapon Finesse
Skills: Balance +7 [4], Bluff +1 [1], Climb +7 [4], Diplomacy +1 [1], Jump +7 [4], Profession (Sailor) +6 [4], Sense Motive +4 [2], Swim +9 [4], Tumble +7 [4], Use Rope +7 [4]
Possessions: Sailor's Outfit (Free, 2lbs), Dagger (2gp, 1lbs)
Money: 238gp, 0sp, 0cp.
Encumbrance: 3lbs; Load: 76/153/230
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[SBLOCK=Description]Jerrell is a large and massive man. He is standing on his six feet and four inch and weight around two hundread and ten pounds. Even with his size, he is quite agile and gracious.
He shaves his head, as it is easier to maintain in long trips. His blue eyes might remind teh color fo the sea and a two day beard can generally be seen on hsi face. When he look at someone, he always have the joyous look of an old friend, even to a stranger.[/SBLOCK]
[SBLOCK=Personality]Jerrell is a reserve man. As a young kids that have become a street rats, he had been took under the wing of Old Furgus, who gave him a chance to go on see in exchange of a tight self-discipline. That make him patient and quiet, prefering the lonelyness of the crow nest over the crowded game of cards with rhum. But when action is about to start, he is the first to join the group and he will alwats be there for his companions and he will do his job at his best.[/SBLOCK]
[SBLOCK=History]Jerrell Rivers was standing in the crow's nest. he was feeling the wind on his face. He remembered the first time he had place his feet on the boat for his first hunting trip. He was so young that old Furgus gave him the name of Little Rat. He was only 9 years old at that time. He was small and was there to the manual tasks that the others didn't wanted. As an orphan, he had been lucky to find that occasion to get out of the street. Since that day, he has passed half his life on this boat, hunting for whales.
Ten years later, the small kid was a large man. Standing on his six feet four inches, his two hundred ten pounds massive body haven’t lost his agility, nor he has lost his nickname; little rat. He climbs and walks on the precarious surface a boat have offer without trouble, and he eat like two persons, just like a rat, but he worth two men. His knowledge of the sea is great for his young age and his strength and endurance allow him to do the job some sailors cannot do alone, like carrying large and heavy pieces of whale, and his throw with a harpoon is precise and strong.
The sea has been quiet for a while, the wave a small and the sky is clear. The sun start to be heavy on his head, but Jerrell continues his job. The ship hasn’t been lucky and if they don't find a whale today, they might have to return to the city without a catch. But the wind seems to change when a small rainbow is spotted by his eyes. The breath of a whale!
"Whales!" shouts Jerrell, pointing at the side. All the sailors on the deck who seemed under some lifeless curse a moment ago quickly start to activate. More spring out from inside the ship. Half of them are looking at the horizon, seeing nothing, others are doing there job as the ship slowly turn. After ten minutes, another blow can be seen, more clearly, and all the sailors on the deck let out a cheer. They all start to activate.
The old Furgus finally show up on the deck. He takes a deep breath and makes sign to Jerrell. "Little Rats! Come down here, The Crow will take your place, you'll go on the captain rowboat, he wants to be there for that hunt." the old man shouts. Jerrell quickly execute and climb down with all the ease of a monkey. Another man quickly climbs up to take his place.
Jerrell quickly jump into the ship and climb down to the supply deck. He grabs a large pack of harpoon and climb back up. Once up there, he hands the harpoon to other sailors that quickly knot some rope at the extremity of them, to be able to retrieve the whale once killed. A great splash can be heard. The whales are near, and it will be time to take the sea. Jerrell put the harpoon in the different rowboat. He grab a dagger and put it at his belt, an habit he got, always useful if you need to cut a rope before the boat is overturned by a furious whale.
Jerrell enters a boat, followed by 6 others sailors and the captain. The boat is put to water, quickly followed by three other boats. Jerrell feel the rush of adrenaline in his body. Each time he takes the sea, he is about to fight against the greatest creature of the sea. Jerrell has more his fair of fight in the tavern. When sailor become too drunk, many get a hot tempers and fight happen. He generally come to the rescue of one of his friend or simply helping the barman by neutralizing both side, and Jerrell's punch was rough, but fighting a whale was another thing. How many time he has seen some sailors being pulled outside there boat or a boat being overturned. Some sailor give there life to be able to bring back such a prey. The sea is rarely merciful.
The whales are finally in range. Old Furgus, in another boat, look at the herd of whale. After a moment, he points one whale. The target has been chosen. The first harpoons are thrown. Two hit the whale. The blood starts to flow, the herd start to become nervous. The whales hear the one that is wounded. The wounded one starts to weaken. Jerrell throw his harpoon. It land on his head. The wound seems deep and the whale flaps his tail. The blow was painfull. The whale seems to panic and lose control. The agony has started and it will not be long before they could grab the body. The boat starts to pitch too much. Jerrell looks at the whale.
"We are too close. Row back! Row back!" he shouts to the four sailors who are rowing, but the sea current is bringing them closer. Too late, the tail hit the rowboat that break into two pieces. Jerrell is projected into the sea. He feels the cold water quickly crisping his muscle. He takes a moment before he conceives what just happen and quickly tries to find the way up to take his breath. As he feels the salty air of the sea filling again his lung, he opens his eyes. He looks around at the situation. Two rowboats are presently taking care of the whale while the third are fetching the sailors that are in the sea.
Old Furgus looks at Jerrell. "Little Rats, you are all right?"
"Yeah, all is ok. Where is the captain?"
Old Furgus doesn't answers and search the sea. He got his answer; the captain was still in the water.
"Sharks!"
A few sharks have been attracted by the blood of the whale. They are generally not dangerous, but if a sailor in the water is bleeding, they might get attacked. Jerrell stares around and see a lifeless body floating. He quickly starts to swim toward it. It is the captain, and his head is bleeding. He must get out of the water, quickly, thought Jerrell. He grabbed him and starts to swim towards Old Furgus, but another one has spotted the captain. A shark was swimming straight toward them. Jerrell, keeping the captain in one hand, reach for his dagger... but doesn't find it. He must have lost it when he had fallen into the water.
"Furg! A harpoon!" Jerrell shouts.
The shark was about to attack but Jerrell give a hard kick on the mouth. The shark didn't seem to like that, but Jerrell feels the pain in his feet. He just cut himself on some razor sharp teeth and now he was bleeding, and he was swimming hard, showing some sign of panic. That would bring more sharks. He continues to swim toward the ship. Now two sharks were swimming around them. A harpoon lands a few feet away from one of the shark. The shark swim away just to come back a moment later. Jerrell grabbed the harpoon and continue to swim. One of the sharks decided to attack. Jerrel thrust the harpoon and feel it penetrating the tough hides of the shark. The harpoon broke under the strength of the predator, but he swim away. Two more was starting to swim around, waiting for there chance.
Jerrell finally reach the rowboat. He pushes the captain into the rowboat, helped by two sailors in the boat.
"Watchout!" shouts Old Furgus
Jerrell quickly dive into the water and barely dodged the shark. Another one swim straight at him, preparing his charge. Jerrell grabbed the shark as he arrived next to him and start to fight against him. Jerrell was feeling his lung was starting to burn, but he feared that freeing the shark would just open him for an attack. Jerrell put his fingers into the shark's eye. It seemed painful and Jerrell decide it was the best moment to end that fight. The shark give a tail slap in his confusion and Jerrell lost what was remaining of air in his lung. He tried to swim back to surface but the breath was missing. He felt the darkness taking him, pulling him to heaven...
"You are the luckiest rat I've seen." told Old Furgus as Jerrell opened his eyes. "I thought we had pulled out of the water a death body, but it seems you are alive. The captain too will survive, thanks to you, or he would have been shark's food. Rest now, you can relax. We have our prey and we lost only one man. We will take care of your wounds once we will be on teh boat, but for now, you need to stay calm or you'll bleed to death."
Jerrell smiles at Old Furgus and closed his eyes, leaving the pitch of the boat to rock him like a baby. [/SBLOCK]
Erekose, I know some people thinks the swashbuckler is a bit weak compare to other figthing class. Honestly, I don't mind, even less with these high stats. If you want to do some change, go on, but it can also stay like that.
Jerrell Rivers
Human Swashbuckler 1
Medium Humanoid
Neutral Good
Init +3; Senses Listen +2, Spot +2;
Languages: Common, Dwarven, Elven, Gnome, Halfling
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AC 13, flatfooted 10, touch 13;
HP 13 (HD 1d10+3)
Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +2;
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Spd 30';
Melee: Dagger +4 (1d4+3/19-20x2);
Melee: Dagger +2 (1d4+3/19-20x2), Fist +2 (1d3+3/x2);
Ranged: Dagger +4 (1d4+3/19-20x2) Range 10', 1 ammunition;
Attack Options:
Base Atk +1, Grapple +4;
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Abilities: Str 16 [+3], Dex 17 [+3], Con 16 [+3], Int 16 [+3], Wis 14 [+2], Cha 10 [+0].
XP: 0
Feats: Water Rats, Imporved Unarmed Strike, Two-Weapon Figthing, Weapon Finesse
Skills: Balance +7 [4], Bluff +1 [1], Climb +7 [4], Diplomacy +1 [1], Jump +7 [4], Profession (Sailor) +6 [4], Sense Motive +4 [2], Swim +9 [4], Tumble +7 [4], Use Rope +7 [4]
Possessions: Sailor's Outfit (Free, 2lbs), Dagger (2gp, 1lbs)
Money: 238gp, 0sp, 0cp.
Encumbrance: 3lbs; Load: 76/153/230
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[SBLOCK=Description]Jerrell is a large and massive man. He is standing on his six feet and four inch and weight around two hundread and ten pounds. Even with his size, he is quite agile and gracious.
He shaves his head, as it is easier to maintain in long trips. His blue eyes might remind teh color fo the sea and a two day beard can generally be seen on hsi face. When he look at someone, he always have the joyous look of an old friend, even to a stranger.[/SBLOCK]
[SBLOCK=Personality]Jerrell is a reserve man. As a young kids that have become a street rats, he had been took under the wing of Old Furgus, who gave him a chance to go on see in exchange of a tight self-discipline. That make him patient and quiet, prefering the lonelyness of the crow nest over the crowded game of cards with rhum. But when action is about to start, he is the first to join the group and he will alwats be there for his companions and he will do his job at his best.[/SBLOCK]
[SBLOCK=History]Jerrell Rivers was standing in the crow's nest. he was feeling the wind on his face. He remembered the first time he had place his feet on the boat for his first hunting trip. He was so young that old Furgus gave him the name of Little Rat. He was only 9 years old at that time. He was small and was there to the manual tasks that the others didn't wanted. As an orphan, he had been lucky to find that occasion to get out of the street. Since that day, he has passed half his life on this boat, hunting for whales.
Ten years later, the small kid was a large man. Standing on his six feet four inches, his two hundred ten pounds massive body haven’t lost his agility, nor he has lost his nickname; little rat. He climbs and walks on the precarious surface a boat have offer without trouble, and he eat like two persons, just like a rat, but he worth two men. His knowledge of the sea is great for his young age and his strength and endurance allow him to do the job some sailors cannot do alone, like carrying large and heavy pieces of whale, and his throw with a harpoon is precise and strong.
The sea has been quiet for a while, the wave a small and the sky is clear. The sun start to be heavy on his head, but Jerrell continues his job. The ship hasn’t been lucky and if they don't find a whale today, they might have to return to the city without a catch. But the wind seems to change when a small rainbow is spotted by his eyes. The breath of a whale!
"Whales!" shouts Jerrell, pointing at the side. All the sailors on the deck who seemed under some lifeless curse a moment ago quickly start to activate. More spring out from inside the ship. Half of them are looking at the horizon, seeing nothing, others are doing there job as the ship slowly turn. After ten minutes, another blow can be seen, more clearly, and all the sailors on the deck let out a cheer. They all start to activate.
The old Furgus finally show up on the deck. He takes a deep breath and makes sign to Jerrell. "Little Rats! Come down here, The Crow will take your place, you'll go on the captain rowboat, he wants to be there for that hunt." the old man shouts. Jerrell quickly execute and climb down with all the ease of a monkey. Another man quickly climbs up to take his place.
Jerrell quickly jump into the ship and climb down to the supply deck. He grabs a large pack of harpoon and climb back up. Once up there, he hands the harpoon to other sailors that quickly knot some rope at the extremity of them, to be able to retrieve the whale once killed. A great splash can be heard. The whales are near, and it will be time to take the sea. Jerrell put the harpoon in the different rowboat. He grab a dagger and put it at his belt, an habit he got, always useful if you need to cut a rope before the boat is overturned by a furious whale.
Jerrell enters a boat, followed by 6 others sailors and the captain. The boat is put to water, quickly followed by three other boats. Jerrell feel the rush of adrenaline in his body. Each time he takes the sea, he is about to fight against the greatest creature of the sea. Jerrell has more his fair of fight in the tavern. When sailor become too drunk, many get a hot tempers and fight happen. He generally come to the rescue of one of his friend or simply helping the barman by neutralizing both side, and Jerrell's punch was rough, but fighting a whale was another thing. How many time he has seen some sailors being pulled outside there boat or a boat being overturned. Some sailor give there life to be able to bring back such a prey. The sea is rarely merciful.
The whales are finally in range. Old Furgus, in another boat, look at the herd of whale. After a moment, he points one whale. The target has been chosen. The first harpoons are thrown. Two hit the whale. The blood starts to flow, the herd start to become nervous. The whales hear the one that is wounded. The wounded one starts to weaken. Jerrell throw his harpoon. It land on his head. The wound seems deep and the whale flaps his tail. The blow was painfull. The whale seems to panic and lose control. The agony has started and it will not be long before they could grab the body. The boat starts to pitch too much. Jerrell looks at the whale.
"We are too close. Row back! Row back!" he shouts to the four sailors who are rowing, but the sea current is bringing them closer. Too late, the tail hit the rowboat that break into two pieces. Jerrell is projected into the sea. He feels the cold water quickly crisping his muscle. He takes a moment before he conceives what just happen and quickly tries to find the way up to take his breath. As he feels the salty air of the sea filling again his lung, he opens his eyes. He looks around at the situation. Two rowboats are presently taking care of the whale while the third are fetching the sailors that are in the sea.
Old Furgus looks at Jerrell. "Little Rats, you are all right?"
"Yeah, all is ok. Where is the captain?"
Old Furgus doesn't answers and search the sea. He got his answer; the captain was still in the water.
"Sharks!"
A few sharks have been attracted by the blood of the whale. They are generally not dangerous, but if a sailor in the water is bleeding, they might get attacked. Jerrell stares around and see a lifeless body floating. He quickly starts to swim toward it. It is the captain, and his head is bleeding. He must get out of the water, quickly, thought Jerrell. He grabbed him and starts to swim towards Old Furgus, but another one has spotted the captain. A shark was swimming straight toward them. Jerrell, keeping the captain in one hand, reach for his dagger... but doesn't find it. He must have lost it when he had fallen into the water.
"Furg! A harpoon!" Jerrell shouts.
The shark was about to attack but Jerrell give a hard kick on the mouth. The shark didn't seem to like that, but Jerrell feels the pain in his feet. He just cut himself on some razor sharp teeth and now he was bleeding, and he was swimming hard, showing some sign of panic. That would bring more sharks. He continues to swim toward the ship. Now two sharks were swimming around them. A harpoon lands a few feet away from one of the shark. The shark swim away just to come back a moment later. Jerrell grabbed the harpoon and continue to swim. One of the sharks decided to attack. Jerrel thrust the harpoon and feel it penetrating the tough hides of the shark. The harpoon broke under the strength of the predator, but he swim away. Two more was starting to swim around, waiting for there chance.
Jerrell finally reach the rowboat. He pushes the captain into the rowboat, helped by two sailors in the boat.
"Watchout!" shouts Old Furgus
Jerrell quickly dive into the water and barely dodged the shark. Another one swim straight at him, preparing his charge. Jerrell grabbed the shark as he arrived next to him and start to fight against him. Jerrell was feeling his lung was starting to burn, but he feared that freeing the shark would just open him for an attack. Jerrell put his fingers into the shark's eye. It seemed painful and Jerrell decide it was the best moment to end that fight. The shark give a tail slap in his confusion and Jerrell lost what was remaining of air in his lung. He tried to swim back to surface but the breath was missing. He felt the darkness taking him, pulling him to heaven...
"You are the luckiest rat I've seen." told Old Furgus as Jerrell opened his eyes. "I thought we had pulled out of the water a death body, but it seems you are alive. The captain too will survive, thanks to you, or he would have been shark's food. Rest now, you can relax. We have our prey and we lost only one man. We will take care of your wounds once we will be on teh boat, but for now, you need to stay calm or you'll bleed to death."
Jerrell smiles at Old Furgus and closed his eyes, leaving the pitch of the boat to rock him like a baby. [/SBLOCK]
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