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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 2891671" data-attributes="member: 4441">TargMedium ogre (humanoid)Fighter 5Hit Dice: 5d10 + 14 +5 (Improved Toughness) [61 hp]Init: +0 (+0 Dex)Speed: 30ft (40ft without heavy armor or load)AC: 20 [+10 armor, +0 Dex], touch 10, flat-footed 20 [ACP -7]Base Attack/Grapple: +5/+11Melee Atk: +12 (1d6+7/x4/P, +1 heavy pick)or+12 (1d4+6/x2/B, heavy steel shield bash)  Full Atk: +6 (1d6+7/x4/P, +1 heavy pick)/ +2 (1d4+6/x2/B, heavy steel shield bash) Ranged Atk: +5 (1d6+6/x2/10 ft./S, thowing axe)Space/Reach: 5ft./5ft.Special Attacks: Special Qualities: low-light vision, dark vision, talent feat (power attack), transformation feat (endurance), Ox Back (AoL) [carrying capacity increases 50%], Unblinking Gaze (AoL) [cannot be intimidated and ignores effects to become shaken].  Saves: Fort +8, Ref +1, Will +3Abilities: Str 23, Dex 10, Con 19, Int 7, Wis 14, Cha 6Skills: Listen +2(0), Profession (tanner) +6(8cc), Spot +2(0)Feats: Cleave, Endurance, Improved Bull Rush, Improved Shield Bash, Improved Toughness, Power Attack, Quick Draw, Shield ChargeLegend Points: 1Legendary Paths 1st Circle Path of the Mighty (Open Lock)Alignment: Neutral GoodLanguages:  Common, GiantPossessions: +1 heavy plate (Races of Stone), +1 heavy pick, "Little Shield" - Legendary Item MW heavy steel shield, red with a white deer reclining, 10 throwing axes, 2 daggers, backpack, bedroll, waterskin, 50 ft. hemp rope, winter blanket, traveler's outfit, flint and steel, belt pouch, mug, trail rations (20 days worth), 40 lbs salt pork, full barrel (32 gallons) of bitter, 5 square yards of oiled canvas, 100 lbs of various hides (bear, wolf, deer, ram), chest, spare suit of chainmail, 57 fifty gold piece trade bars, 38gp, 4 sp, 8cpOther vital statistics:[sblock]Region: StormfellsHeight: 8' 3''  Weight: 608lbs  Skin: Olive  Eyes: BlackAge: 15Current load: 609 lbs, heavy loadCarrying Capacity light – 300 lbs or less, medium 301 – 600 lbs, heavy 602 – 800 lbs.  Lift 800 lbs, Lift and Stagger 1,600 lbs, Push/Drag 4,000 lbs[/sblock]Appearance:  Targ is a particularly tall and hulking brute of an ogre.  His long, dark, unkempt hair is dressed with grease and wrapped in a knot on his head.  Dark and deep-set eyes peer dimly out of scarred and craggy face.  He wears very heavy plate armor, probably well made under the many layers of road grime, but it’s hard to tell.  A heavy pick rests in a loop at his hip, and a crude quiver of throwing axes rests on the other hip.  A prodigious load rests on his mighty back, including a sloshing barrel, latched chest, bulging backpack, and a large roll of furs wrapped up in canvas. Personality:  Targ’s crude appearance and foul odor is matched by his awful manners and grunting voice.  His words tend to be monosymbolic and simple, though he often strives to make himself understood.  Targ has a curiously gentle soul, despite his almost stereotypical appearance.  He likes pretty things, and he doesn’t care to see them fouled.  Despite a lifetime learning fighting, he finds more pleasure in tanning a good hide and giving it to a chilled child than crushing skulls.  Background:  Targ grew up in the Stormfells in the service of the stone giant Malbrok.  Trained for battle from an early age, his clan leaders had high hopes for him, due to his particularly massive size.  He learned what they cared to teach him, and could easily bully his way though any battle, but when put to making an example of a rebellious human village in his master’s lands, Targ found he could not crush the woman and children under his weapons.  His clan leaders were embarrassed in the extreme, but Targ had too much skill to assuage their embarrassment with his life.  Instead they exiled him, telling the dim young lad it was to “season” him for Malbrok’s guard.  He was not to return until he was called for, and was told to simply learn how to fight better.  Targ regarded his exile with typical ogrish stoicism.  He took himself to the lowlands, fighting orc and lowland raiders that tried to kill him, running away from farmers and tradesmen who attacked him out of fear.  He made a bit of a living with a childhood skill of tanning hides in the outermost villages, but still wandered, wondering, in his vague way, what was to become of him…He found his reception in some of the villages suddenly went from cold or fearful to welcome after he had defended himself against orc raiders.  With his prodigious strength and skill, he had utterly slain an entire clan's worth of fighters, and the villages he had spared them from enjoyed their first unharried harvest in years.  Dimly pleased by their reaction, Targ realized he had done something right and good, and people appreciated that he had killed the nasty raiders.  Eager to please, Targ began to look for other people to save.</blockquote>

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