Son_of_Thunder
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This will be where I post some bad guys from my campaign.
Son of Thunder
Ghervok; male lizardfolk druid 1; medium humanoid (reptilian);
Str 15 +2 HD 2d8+2 + 1d8+1; hp 21; Init –1 (dex); AL NE
Dex 08 –1 AC 19 +3 armor, +5 natural, +2 shield, -1 dex
Con 12 +1 Flat footed 19 Touch 9
Int 10 -- Fort +3, ref +2, will +4 BAB/Grapple +1/+3
Wis 15 +2 atk +3 melee (1d6+2/x2 club)
Cha 14 +2 atk 0 ranged (1d6+2/x2 javelin)
Hold Breath: A lizardfolk can hold its breath for a number of rounds equal to four times its Constitution score before it risks drowning.
Feats: multiattack (racial), combat casting
Skills: balance +1, concentration +5, jump +4, swim 0; skills include armor check penalties and only include skills that Ghervok has ranks in.
Special abilities: cast spells, nature sense and wild empathy, animal companion.
Animal Companion: Serick, female crocodile.
Spells: 0 level- create water, flare, guidance; 1st level- cure light wounds (sometimes magic fang for Serick), shillelagh.
Possessions: alligator hide armor, club, (3) javelins, heavy wooden shield, necklace of humanoid finger bones and two sacks made from humanoid skin, +1 cold iron axiomatic dagger.
Ghervok was hatched amongst ruins in the heart of a fetid swamp. Out of a clutch of six eggs his was the lucky first to hatch. Ghervok’s skin at birth was a fluorescent green, highlighted by a red crest. Upon hatching Ghervok was hungry. One by one he destroyed the shells of his siblings and gorged himself on their flesh. He had a sister briefly try to fight him off but she was too weakened by her early birth. To this day Ghervok carries a scar on his long snout.
Growing up in the ruins Ghervok hunted the animals and beasts of the swamp. He soon grew observant of the way life in the swamp was cyclical, the strongest fed on the weak. Above all was the fury of the wilds, for it was even stronger than he.
Ghervok’s adult stature is impressive. Standing an even seven feet, his body is heavily muscled. His scales have muted from a bright green to a deep green, almost black. He still has the distinctive red crest he’s had since birth.
Ghervok’s tribe was a small but strong group of lizardfolk. At the age of one Ghervok remembered a small creature clothed in green appear in his village. He was amazed the warriors didn’t strike down the little creature and even more amazed when the chief warrior knelt at the feet of the newcomer. The adults acted uncomfortable at the appearance of the creature and several murmured when it was out of earshot. But several minutes later the newcomer left and took the chief and half a dozen warriors as his escort, they never returned. A new chief was declared after a melee involving the remaining warriors of the tribe. The new chief was a big female named Ssessinek.
Ssessinek was the one who took Ghervok on his first hunt in the wilds. Their prey was a rogue lizardfolk that had fled after presumably killing two warriors and mutilated their bodies. Ssessinek led the small group of hunters in the search of the killer. After several days of uneventful searching the hunters finally found a large cave showing signs of habitation.
The vegetation was sparse because of the overhanging trees; the ground easily traversed. Low growls emanated from the dark opening as the warriors crept near. Ghervok was instructed to carry a torch to the mouth of the opening and see what was within. Without hesitation, Ghervok thrust his arm into the cave to illuminate the opening. Something immensely strong grabbed his arm and pulled him into the cave. The torch dropped from his nerveless hand and extinguished on the damp floor. He heard the high-pitched laughter of Ssessinek and then a heavy object struck him in the face. His consciousness slipped from him like fish did when he was a youngling.
Ghervok woke to pain. He was strapped to a table, bound by bands of heated agony. They were ropes made of acid that painfully ate at his scales. A small figure stood next to him, a figure he knew. He remembered the creature from when he was young, when it came to lead away the chief and warriors.
The creature was no more than three feet tall and very frail looking. Ghervok knew that he could rip the little monster in half given the chance. Ghervok could see age darkened scales underneath the robe. The creature was whispering to itself in draconic, a language Ghervok understood.
“A fine specimen... yes... yes...” The small creature suddenly pulled a dagger from within the folds of his cloak and plunged it into Ghervok’s breast. An anger born from fear raged into his mind and body. The strike that should have killed him only served to fuel his emulation of the wild. With a mighty effort he snapped the bonds of acid binding him and clubbed the surprised creature in the side of the head with one massive fist.
The monster fell to the ground and hissed at Ghervok. To Ghervok’s horror the creature began to melt. He watched in horrid fascination at the cloak fell away and an alligator slithered towards him. Ghervok rolled off the back of the alter and flung his hand toward the monster. A flare of light stuck the creature in the eyes, momentarily dazing it. Ghervok bent over and picked up a club of bone from the ground, the dagger still jutting from his chest. With a roar like a great wind Ghervok felt a power infuse the club he held.
With a mighty swing Ghervok struck the alligator between the eyes. Whether by skill or more likely luck, the bone club stuck true, critically hurting the monster. Ghervok pulled the dagger from his chest and fell upon the hilt, using his weight to drive the dagger into the brain of the creature.
Ghervok awoke later, his body covered in dry earth. He didn’t feel trapped and easily climbed from underneath the earthy blanket only to find that his wound had closed over. He could feel the power of The Wild in him, a power that filled a part of him. The cave smelled of foulness and death, a smell he remembered when he awoke helpless. He found the interior and its occupying objects repulsive. With the dagger he hurriedly skinned the alligator and fled.
When Ghervok returned to the camp Ssessinek seemed unsurprised to see him. She greeted the confused Ghervok and congratulated him on his kill. She offered to have the skin of the alligator made into a suit of armor for him. Anger and confusion warred in his mind, not knowing which impulse to follow. Ultimately, he decided to wait it out and see what he could learn about the events that had transpired.
Son of Thunder
Ghervok; male lizardfolk druid 1; medium humanoid (reptilian);
Str 15 +2 HD 2d8+2 + 1d8+1; hp 21; Init –1 (dex); AL NE
Dex 08 –1 AC 19 +3 armor, +5 natural, +2 shield, -1 dex
Con 12 +1 Flat footed 19 Touch 9
Int 10 -- Fort +3, ref +2, will +4 BAB/Grapple +1/+3
Wis 15 +2 atk +3 melee (1d6+2/x2 club)
Cha 14 +2 atk 0 ranged (1d6+2/x2 javelin)
Hold Breath: A lizardfolk can hold its breath for a number of rounds equal to four times its Constitution score before it risks drowning.
Feats: multiattack (racial), combat casting
Skills: balance +1, concentration +5, jump +4, swim 0; skills include armor check penalties and only include skills that Ghervok has ranks in.
Special abilities: cast spells, nature sense and wild empathy, animal companion.
Animal Companion: Serick, female crocodile.
Spells: 0 level- create water, flare, guidance; 1st level- cure light wounds (sometimes magic fang for Serick), shillelagh.
Possessions: alligator hide armor, club, (3) javelins, heavy wooden shield, necklace of humanoid finger bones and two sacks made from humanoid skin, +1 cold iron axiomatic dagger.
Ghervok was hatched amongst ruins in the heart of a fetid swamp. Out of a clutch of six eggs his was the lucky first to hatch. Ghervok’s skin at birth was a fluorescent green, highlighted by a red crest. Upon hatching Ghervok was hungry. One by one he destroyed the shells of his siblings and gorged himself on their flesh. He had a sister briefly try to fight him off but she was too weakened by her early birth. To this day Ghervok carries a scar on his long snout.
Growing up in the ruins Ghervok hunted the animals and beasts of the swamp. He soon grew observant of the way life in the swamp was cyclical, the strongest fed on the weak. Above all was the fury of the wilds, for it was even stronger than he.
Ghervok’s adult stature is impressive. Standing an even seven feet, his body is heavily muscled. His scales have muted from a bright green to a deep green, almost black. He still has the distinctive red crest he’s had since birth.
Ghervok’s tribe was a small but strong group of lizardfolk. At the age of one Ghervok remembered a small creature clothed in green appear in his village. He was amazed the warriors didn’t strike down the little creature and even more amazed when the chief warrior knelt at the feet of the newcomer. The adults acted uncomfortable at the appearance of the creature and several murmured when it was out of earshot. But several minutes later the newcomer left and took the chief and half a dozen warriors as his escort, they never returned. A new chief was declared after a melee involving the remaining warriors of the tribe. The new chief was a big female named Ssessinek.
Ssessinek was the one who took Ghervok on his first hunt in the wilds. Their prey was a rogue lizardfolk that had fled after presumably killing two warriors and mutilated their bodies. Ssessinek led the small group of hunters in the search of the killer. After several days of uneventful searching the hunters finally found a large cave showing signs of habitation.
The vegetation was sparse because of the overhanging trees; the ground easily traversed. Low growls emanated from the dark opening as the warriors crept near. Ghervok was instructed to carry a torch to the mouth of the opening and see what was within. Without hesitation, Ghervok thrust his arm into the cave to illuminate the opening. Something immensely strong grabbed his arm and pulled him into the cave. The torch dropped from his nerveless hand and extinguished on the damp floor. He heard the high-pitched laughter of Ssessinek and then a heavy object struck him in the face. His consciousness slipped from him like fish did when he was a youngling.
Ghervok woke to pain. He was strapped to a table, bound by bands of heated agony. They were ropes made of acid that painfully ate at his scales. A small figure stood next to him, a figure he knew. He remembered the creature from when he was young, when it came to lead away the chief and warriors.
The creature was no more than three feet tall and very frail looking. Ghervok knew that he could rip the little monster in half given the chance. Ghervok could see age darkened scales underneath the robe. The creature was whispering to itself in draconic, a language Ghervok understood.
“A fine specimen... yes... yes...” The small creature suddenly pulled a dagger from within the folds of his cloak and plunged it into Ghervok’s breast. An anger born from fear raged into his mind and body. The strike that should have killed him only served to fuel his emulation of the wild. With a mighty effort he snapped the bonds of acid binding him and clubbed the surprised creature in the side of the head with one massive fist.
The monster fell to the ground and hissed at Ghervok. To Ghervok’s horror the creature began to melt. He watched in horrid fascination at the cloak fell away and an alligator slithered towards him. Ghervok rolled off the back of the alter and flung his hand toward the monster. A flare of light stuck the creature in the eyes, momentarily dazing it. Ghervok bent over and picked up a club of bone from the ground, the dagger still jutting from his chest. With a roar like a great wind Ghervok felt a power infuse the club he held.
With a mighty swing Ghervok struck the alligator between the eyes. Whether by skill or more likely luck, the bone club stuck true, critically hurting the monster. Ghervok pulled the dagger from his chest and fell upon the hilt, using his weight to drive the dagger into the brain of the creature.
Ghervok awoke later, his body covered in dry earth. He didn’t feel trapped and easily climbed from underneath the earthy blanket only to find that his wound had closed over. He could feel the power of The Wild in him, a power that filled a part of him. The cave smelled of foulness and death, a smell he remembered when he awoke helpless. He found the interior and its occupying objects repulsive. With the dagger he hurriedly skinned the alligator and fled.
When Ghervok returned to the camp Ssessinek seemed unsurprised to see him. She greeted the confused Ghervok and congratulated him on his kill. She offered to have the skin of the alligator made into a suit of armor for him. Anger and confusion warred in his mind, not knowing which impulse to follow. Ultimately, he decided to wait it out and see what he could learn about the events that had transpired.
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