Carrach Kozat, male hobgoblin Rgr1 (MC): CR 1; ECL 1; Medium-size Humanoid; HD 1d10+2; hp 12; Init +1; Spd 30 ft; AC 14 (+3 studded leather, +1 Dex); Melee longsword +3 (1d8+2/crit 19-20); Ranged longbow +2 (1d8/crit x3); SA none; SQ hobgoblin traits, favored enemy: magical beasts; AL N; SV Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +1; Str 15, Dex 12, Con 14, Int 14, Wis 13, Cha 8.
Skills and Feats: Animal Empathy (4) +3, Climb (1) +3, Hide (4) +5, Intuit Direction (4) +5, Jump (1) +3, Knowledge-Natur (2) +4, Listen (4) +5, Move Silently (4) +9, Search (4) + 6, Wilderness Lore (4) +7; Survivor, Track.
SQ–Hobgoblin Traits (Ex): +4 racial bonus to Move Silently, Darkvision
SQ-Favored Enemy (Ex): Magical beasts +1
Languages: Common, Goblin, Giant, Orc
Equipment: Longsword, longbow, silvered dagger, broken 2H-sword („Aeglos"), studded leather armour, quiver(16 standard arrows, 4 silver arrows), backpack, belt pouch, winterwolf pelt (serves as bedroll + winter blanket), explorer‘s outfit, flint&steel, silk rope (50 ft.), whetstone, 2x MW Bandoleers, 12x Tindertwigs, signet ring
Background:
„You want to hear a story, little one? Alright, I will tell you one."
„A long time ago, far up in the north where my people dwell, there lived a family with the name of Kozat. In our own language they were called the „Grym-Bakach", the Frostblades, probably for their ancient coat of arms which showed a short blade made of ice. By this time, however, the relic, upon which it was based, was long lost to the family. They were very warlike, in fact they were far more warlike than any of their brethren, which means a lot among my people. Yes, perhaps they were ..., they were even too warlike, if such such thing can be said. And proud they were, ..., yes proud, indeed. They were few in number because of their love for fighting, even less through their unusual customs that males and females would fight alike. They had many followers, as it is wont for the successful, but their own number had shrinked down to 6 in that time. The nameholders and their four children, two males and two females; all of them stout fighters, except perhaps for the youngest male who was more studious than his older brother or his also older twin sisters.
Suddenly one day, all this was shattered by a most damning accusation. They charged with our gravest crime, spying for and consorting with the enemy. Still, there were not much evidence of this, so it was demanded that the family should submit to interrogation and a thorough search of their property. The Kozats refused and denied any accusations, citing their formidable conduct in the service to their people and their impeccable reputation. But all of this was of no avail, the authoritites would not relent. Then one day the unimaginable happened: Over some minor point, the Kozats and members of the Guard came to blows. To this day I believe the Prefect would stopped this madness, had he not been slain in the first moments by the elder Kozat.
It is said that on this day the Kozats showed their reputation to be truly earned, since they accounted for many times their own number before they finally fell. Well, perhaps not all, I have once heard a story that their youngest member escaped, sent away in the final moments by his mother.
Afterwards the holdings of the Kozats were searched, but not a single proof, not even one hint of their guilt could be found.
Still, many lay dead and the blame had to be passed somewhere. The entire Kozat family was exiled from the lands of our people for wilful incitement of a riot, though there was noone left; their possessions were to be divided among the victims‘ families.
As for the pup who supposedly escaped, the story said that he went into the inhospitable northern wastes to die alone, still bearing the sword of his mother."
„Little one, do not believe anyone who says that nothing lives near to the Icy Seas. I‘ve been there, I‘ve spoken with them and even lived there for a while. If one is patient enough, perhaps he will be able to trade with them, as the Kozats of old are said of."
„No, little one, I‘m afraid, there is no happy end to this tale."
„Dot not cry, little one! Perhaps I have been a bit rash; in fact I do have heard another story, in which the young one returned well and healthy from the icy wastes when he heard that someone resembling his older brother was seen in the south, still wielding the inherited family blades."
„Yes, I also do like this end better. But now you should be running, already your mother is calling for you. Good night; little one."
Description:
At 6'9" Carrach stands somewhat tall for a Hobgoblin.He is lean and wiry; all excessive fat being „burned" away in the icy wastes. His longish hair has been braided into dreadlocks. As a remnant of Carrach‘s stay in the north where a single wrong step could have spelled his doom, he always moves deliberately and cautiously. Carrach has since abandoned his white leather armor to replace it with studded leather made in the south; round his neck hangs a fine chain with his mother‘s signet ring. His two-handed sword, made of some strange white metal, rests in it‘s sheath, securely bound to the backpack.
Personality:
The years in the icy wastes have taught Carrach not to rely on anyone but himself; they also decreased his desire for social interaction. While not an anti-social loner, Carrach seems to have lost his ability to do „small talk". Due to his history he has shied at visiting his people in the chasm; instead he slowly travels southwards, always listening for stories and tales that could describe his brother. Carrach has almost no racial prejudices, having learned in the north that one should always be judged as an individual. The only chink in Carrach‘s „armour of detachment" is his fondness of children: Because of his own past he tends to view children of all races as innocents, who unfortunately get embroiled much too often in the plots of inconsiderate adults; hence his inclination for heavily donating to charity concerning children. Generally speaking, anything involving children always finds a soft spot in his heart.
, so much for cha being the dump stat. Garyh could you delete this please?
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