Rikandur Azebol
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Finally made it.
Here is my full blown orc ! In all his "glory". And I had described his sister bit more so she might became interesting NPC if You would like, DM.
Torak
Ironborn male orc charismatic channeler 1
Medium humanoid
Hit Die: [1d8+2] (hp 10)
Initiative: +4
Speed: 30 ft.
AC: 10, touch 10, flat-footed 10
Base Attack: +0, grapple +1
Attack: +1 melee (d4+1/x2, fist)
Full Attack: +1 melee (d4+1/x2, fist)
Saving Throws: Fortitude +2, Reflex +0, Will +2
Abilities: Str 12, Dex 10, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 16
Skills: Diplomacy +7, Intimidate +9, Wilderness Lore +6, Heal +4, Sense Motives +4, Spellcraft +5, Knowledge: Military Tactics +5.
Feats: Magecraft, Spellcasting (Universal, Transmutation, Lesser Conjuring), Improved Inititative.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Languages: Orcish, Erenlander.
Heroic Path:
Incredible Resilence
Racial Traits:
Dark Vision 60'
Light sensitivity (-1 attack rating in bright light)
Night fighting (+1 attack rating without light)
Proficiency with vardatch.
Cold Resistance 5
+1 racial bonus to attack when in fight with 10 orcs or more, regardless of enmity.
+2 racial bonus to saves against spells and spellike abilities.
+1 racial bonus to attack against dwarves.
+2 racial bonus on Intimidation and Wilderness Lore checks.
Automatic languages: Black Tongue, Old Dwarven Pidgin, Hig Elven Pigdin, Orcish.
Class skill Knowledge: Northern Marches
Bonus languages: Any, except secret ones and Courtier.
Favored Class Barbarian.
Class Abilities:
Magecraft (Bonus Feat)
Bonus School (Universal, Transformation, Lesser Conjuring)
Bonus Spells
Art of magic
Channeler gift (Force of Personality)
Spells:
Base DC 13 + spell level
0-level spells per day: 6
Spell Energy: 4
Spells Known: 0—Mage Hand, Create Water, Prestidigitation, Cure Minor Wounds, Detect Magic;
1—Mage Armor, Cure Light Wounds, Spider Climb;
Physical Description:
In his 16 year he is standing 6' tall and weighting 260 lbs Torak isn't the biggest orc in the
world but is impressive and hansome in wild, predatory way. Black like charcoal, with gray
lionlike mane and amber eyes of cougar.
Background:
His life was charmed, until now. Being born in family of powerful matron-mother, who wielded her legate's power like many orc generals were wielding their vardatchs. With unmatched speed and irressitible force. Despite fact that he was born as male, he was raised as commander, his willpower crushing those of lesser spirit even when he was just a small runt. Nobody dared to raise hand against favored offspring of Mathron, even if it was just a boy. Only thing that was nagging him during his childhood was fact that house's women treated him as half witted fool, and visibly were favoring his stupid and ugly twin sister, Ruk'det. And why she had two part name just because she's a girl ? That was unfair, just unfair. His forceful personality barely standed it, and he were expressing his disagreement in small ways. When he saw that women treat slaves badly, he was kind to them. When his sister shouted that she want that ... he gently asked. When legate tutoring children of the rich was speaking that Great God relives them from the taint of forbidden magic ... he devolped secret desire for it. But was aware that such desires were forbidden, and gloated in his free will and cleverness when alone in his small, humble quarter. And was slowly groving to realisation that he differs from his brethen. While bad tempered as all orcs were alvays, Torak discovered fast that following someone's orders isn't satysfing. He was sure that only fools, like his sister, would mindlessly follow orders from more powerful, who were bowing in turn to those stronger than them. Desire to became strong ... was one of first well remebered from early childhood. As well as painful punishments for disobedient children.
When growing of age, Torak was frequently irritiated, especially with himself being treated as
mindless fool while his stupid sister was treated as adult whole year now. And was allowed to punish him regularly for his misbehaviors, opportunity she seized with great delight. And this had taught him patience. He wasn't aware how easy his sheltered life was until he volontuareed to Ruk'det's freshly forming warband. His first suprise was when she agreed. Despite mutual discontent they shared for each other, twins knew each other's strengths. Ruk'det was big and very strong. Torak was alvays capable of besting most foes, even those clearly stronger than him. This mystery surrounding her brother was very infuriating, as well as his ability to avoid conflict at all ... she had alvays to beat her subjects first into obedience, and he ? He just come by, smiled and had a follower ! No matter how often she beaten him, he alvays remided undefeated. With such qualities he should strive to became a warlord, train with vardatch all the time, like her, instead he was wasting time with all this daydreaming. And he was so easygoing !!! Torak was enjoying his newfound freedom, walking the wilderness with his warband. All aware that they were hateful towards him and his sister, filthy black highborns. But their lessers obeyed under mighty fist of Ruk'det and Torak's irressistible voice.
Day that had to be fateful, started like any other. Torak avoke with heavy kick from his sister. One of lazy subordinates was in need of medical treatment ... so Torak burned his wound that it stopped bleeding. And they moved onvard, following route of patrol. It was said that human rebels were hiding somewhere there and many patrols, as their, were sent to investigate. Ruk'det choosed duty over comfort, as alvays.Torak knew that his sister was stubborn as mule, even he wouldn't convice her to change route on this where they would end up in warm tavern, not in wilderness. They weren't some goddamn cave-orcs to live like human-animals. But Torak didn't argued for long for he enjoyed all things that he earlier just read about ... thrill of hunt, when he tracked stag and killed it with well aimed bolt from his beloved crossbow. He gained much respect, even from his sister when he managed to set fire during rain, and knew how to preserve campfire from drowning in it. But the forest clearing they choosed for camp, were also occupied by someone sleeping in ragtag rags worn by humans. Soldiers laughed and shouted loudly, just as they spot easy victim. Stranger avoked, raised hands against onslaught and spoke one word. In place where was greatest number of orcs, exploded fiery death sending half burned corpses in every direction. Torak stood amazed with such display, oblivious of fact that of all fighters only his sister charged forward striking forcefully at nimble wizard with her vardatch. Other cowardly fools were too busy fleeing in every direction ... wich was probably planned by the stranger all the way. For fev breathtaking moments Ruk'det was exchanging blows with wounded enemy, who was faring quite well for someone wounded and armed with just a staff. Unable to perform another feat of magic without risking fatal blow, magician was loosing. Torak stepped forward, observing his sister's duel with interest and commenting loudly how much worth would be living magician to legates. That disturbed enemy for a moment that his sister used to score decisive blow. She barked at him to tie wounds and arms of the prisoner. While rest of the warband returned quickly ... fools shouting one trough another about on what they will use their share of reward. Ruk'det laughed them off and spoke that if they will be lucky ... they will live the day. And orcs fell on each other, as it was common for greed to overcome fear of the superior. Torak's sister was dealing with them in her usual, brutal and efficient way. Torak kneeled by the wounded one and saw that these wounds were mortal, and without his best hidden secret, without his secret power this stranger would die by the wayside like thousands of others. He considered for a moment to let the stranger die ... just to mock his sister. And raised hood of the magician. For the moment he was staring in amazement on the pale, alien features of an exotic woman with pointy ears and face more softer and delicate than the most prized human maiden he ever saw. Or had. And this spirit ... emanating from every curve, almost as strong as his own. He made his decision and muttered phrases remembered from old musty tomes from wich he learned trading tongue. Power flowed from his black hands into the lithe frame of woman lying on his knees. In meantime, he used strong alcohol to purify the wounds, raising moan of pain from elfless. Her breath stabilised and colours returned to her cheeks under power of Torak's magic. He were tired to no end, but smiled brightly when she opened her eyes. He winked to her and put a finger on his lips, while enjoying sight of her bright big eyes. So different from dull stares of humans, goblinoids and hateful glares of his fellow orcs. He didn't regretted that he put himself at risk by spending his power on healing her. He laid elf gently on the ground and charged on his sister, knowing that she wouldn't let elf to live. Ruk'det almost beheaded him with backswing, but he luckily managed to deflect the blow enough ... that hit didn't cost him life. While falling on the ground, he saw elf racing for the woods and smiled when blackness overcame him.
He avoke stripped of everything, hungry ... cold and in chains ! Several next days of slavery taught him much more about life than ten years in his house, or several weeks on the patrol. But why his sister sold him ? Did she hated him so much ? Indeed, his life was charmed ...
Until now.
Personality:
Depending on his shifty mood, Torak could be Your best buddy or bitterest enemy. His curiosity and open mind make him distinct from most other people, not only orcs. Very prideful he never take it lightly when mocked.
Here is my full blown orc ! In all his "glory". And I had described his sister bit more so she might became interesting NPC if You would like, DM.
Torak
Ironborn male orc charismatic channeler 1
Medium humanoid
Hit Die: [1d8+2] (hp 10)
Initiative: +4
Speed: 30 ft.
AC: 10, touch 10, flat-footed 10
Base Attack: +0, grapple +1
Attack: +1 melee (d4+1/x2, fist)
Full Attack: +1 melee (d4+1/x2, fist)
Saving Throws: Fortitude +2, Reflex +0, Will +2
Abilities: Str 12, Dex 10, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 16
Skills: Diplomacy +7, Intimidate +9, Wilderness Lore +6, Heal +4, Sense Motives +4, Spellcraft +5, Knowledge: Military Tactics +5.
Feats: Magecraft, Spellcasting (Universal, Transmutation, Lesser Conjuring), Improved Inititative.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Languages: Orcish, Erenlander.
Heroic Path:
Incredible Resilence
Racial Traits:
Dark Vision 60'
Light sensitivity (-1 attack rating in bright light)
Night fighting (+1 attack rating without light)
Proficiency with vardatch.
Cold Resistance 5
+1 racial bonus to attack when in fight with 10 orcs or more, regardless of enmity.
+2 racial bonus to saves against spells and spellike abilities.
+1 racial bonus to attack against dwarves.
+2 racial bonus on Intimidation and Wilderness Lore checks.
Automatic languages: Black Tongue, Old Dwarven Pidgin, Hig Elven Pigdin, Orcish.
Class skill Knowledge: Northern Marches
Bonus languages: Any, except secret ones and Courtier.
Favored Class Barbarian.
Class Abilities:
Magecraft (Bonus Feat)
Bonus School (Universal, Transformation, Lesser Conjuring)
Bonus Spells
Art of magic
Channeler gift (Force of Personality)
Spells:
Base DC 13 + spell level
0-level spells per day: 6
Spell Energy: 4
Spells Known: 0—Mage Hand, Create Water, Prestidigitation, Cure Minor Wounds, Detect Magic;
1—Mage Armor, Cure Light Wounds, Spider Climb;
Physical Description:
In his 16 year he is standing 6' tall and weighting 260 lbs Torak isn't the biggest orc in the
world but is impressive and hansome in wild, predatory way. Black like charcoal, with gray
lionlike mane and amber eyes of cougar.
Background:
His life was charmed, until now. Being born in family of powerful matron-mother, who wielded her legate's power like many orc generals were wielding their vardatchs. With unmatched speed and irressitible force. Despite fact that he was born as male, he was raised as commander, his willpower crushing those of lesser spirit even when he was just a small runt. Nobody dared to raise hand against favored offspring of Mathron, even if it was just a boy. Only thing that was nagging him during his childhood was fact that house's women treated him as half witted fool, and visibly were favoring his stupid and ugly twin sister, Ruk'det. And why she had two part name just because she's a girl ? That was unfair, just unfair. His forceful personality barely standed it, and he were expressing his disagreement in small ways. When he saw that women treat slaves badly, he was kind to them. When his sister shouted that she want that ... he gently asked. When legate tutoring children of the rich was speaking that Great God relives them from the taint of forbidden magic ... he devolped secret desire for it. But was aware that such desires were forbidden, and gloated in his free will and cleverness when alone in his small, humble quarter. And was slowly groving to realisation that he differs from his brethen. While bad tempered as all orcs were alvays, Torak discovered fast that following someone's orders isn't satysfing. He was sure that only fools, like his sister, would mindlessly follow orders from more powerful, who were bowing in turn to those stronger than them. Desire to became strong ... was one of first well remebered from early childhood. As well as painful punishments for disobedient children.
When growing of age, Torak was frequently irritiated, especially with himself being treated as
mindless fool while his stupid sister was treated as adult whole year now. And was allowed to punish him regularly for his misbehaviors, opportunity she seized with great delight. And this had taught him patience. He wasn't aware how easy his sheltered life was until he volontuareed to Ruk'det's freshly forming warband. His first suprise was when she agreed. Despite mutual discontent they shared for each other, twins knew each other's strengths. Ruk'det was big and very strong. Torak was alvays capable of besting most foes, even those clearly stronger than him. This mystery surrounding her brother was very infuriating, as well as his ability to avoid conflict at all ... she had alvays to beat her subjects first into obedience, and he ? He just come by, smiled and had a follower ! No matter how often she beaten him, he alvays remided undefeated. With such qualities he should strive to became a warlord, train with vardatch all the time, like her, instead he was wasting time with all this daydreaming. And he was so easygoing !!! Torak was enjoying his newfound freedom, walking the wilderness with his warband. All aware that they were hateful towards him and his sister, filthy black highborns. But their lessers obeyed under mighty fist of Ruk'det and Torak's irressistible voice.
Day that had to be fateful, started like any other. Torak avoke with heavy kick from his sister. One of lazy subordinates was in need of medical treatment ... so Torak burned his wound that it stopped bleeding. And they moved onvard, following route of patrol. It was said that human rebels were hiding somewhere there and many patrols, as their, were sent to investigate. Ruk'det choosed duty over comfort, as alvays.Torak knew that his sister was stubborn as mule, even he wouldn't convice her to change route on this where they would end up in warm tavern, not in wilderness. They weren't some goddamn cave-orcs to live like human-animals. But Torak didn't argued for long for he enjoyed all things that he earlier just read about ... thrill of hunt, when he tracked stag and killed it with well aimed bolt from his beloved crossbow. He gained much respect, even from his sister when he managed to set fire during rain, and knew how to preserve campfire from drowning in it. But the forest clearing they choosed for camp, were also occupied by someone sleeping in ragtag rags worn by humans. Soldiers laughed and shouted loudly, just as they spot easy victim. Stranger avoked, raised hands against onslaught and spoke one word. In place where was greatest number of orcs, exploded fiery death sending half burned corpses in every direction. Torak stood amazed with such display, oblivious of fact that of all fighters only his sister charged forward striking forcefully at nimble wizard with her vardatch. Other cowardly fools were too busy fleeing in every direction ... wich was probably planned by the stranger all the way. For fev breathtaking moments Ruk'det was exchanging blows with wounded enemy, who was faring quite well for someone wounded and armed with just a staff. Unable to perform another feat of magic without risking fatal blow, magician was loosing. Torak stepped forward, observing his sister's duel with interest and commenting loudly how much worth would be living magician to legates. That disturbed enemy for a moment that his sister used to score decisive blow. She barked at him to tie wounds and arms of the prisoner. While rest of the warband returned quickly ... fools shouting one trough another about on what they will use their share of reward. Ruk'det laughed them off and spoke that if they will be lucky ... they will live the day. And orcs fell on each other, as it was common for greed to overcome fear of the superior. Torak's sister was dealing with them in her usual, brutal and efficient way. Torak kneeled by the wounded one and saw that these wounds were mortal, and without his best hidden secret, without his secret power this stranger would die by the wayside like thousands of others. He considered for a moment to let the stranger die ... just to mock his sister. And raised hood of the magician. For the moment he was staring in amazement on the pale, alien features of an exotic woman with pointy ears and face more softer and delicate than the most prized human maiden he ever saw. Or had. And this spirit ... emanating from every curve, almost as strong as his own. He made his decision and muttered phrases remembered from old musty tomes from wich he learned trading tongue. Power flowed from his black hands into the lithe frame of woman lying on his knees. In meantime, he used strong alcohol to purify the wounds, raising moan of pain from elfless. Her breath stabilised and colours returned to her cheeks under power of Torak's magic. He were tired to no end, but smiled brightly when she opened her eyes. He winked to her and put a finger on his lips, while enjoying sight of her bright big eyes. So different from dull stares of humans, goblinoids and hateful glares of his fellow orcs. He didn't regretted that he put himself at risk by spending his power on healing her. He laid elf gently on the ground and charged on his sister, knowing that she wouldn't let elf to live. Ruk'det almost beheaded him with backswing, but he luckily managed to deflect the blow enough ... that hit didn't cost him life. While falling on the ground, he saw elf racing for the woods and smiled when blackness overcame him.
He avoke stripped of everything, hungry ... cold and in chains ! Several next days of slavery taught him much more about life than ten years in his house, or several weeks on the patrol. But why his sister sold him ? Did she hated him so much ? Indeed, his life was charmed ...
Until now.
Personality:
Depending on his shifty mood, Torak could be Your best buddy or bitterest enemy. His curiosity and open mind make him distinct from most other people, not only orcs. Very prideful he never take it lightly when mocked.
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