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<blockquote data-quote="Kaodi" data-source="post: 3702242" data-attributes="member: 1231">After a pleasant afternoon fishing downstream from the village, a young gnome named Phythas caught the scent of something burning while walking back through the woods towards Whistedown, where he lived. At first, he could not tell where it was coming from because the trees' canopy was too thick, but as he neared the village, he saw the pillar of smoke billowing up from several burning houses on the western edge.Dropping his fishing rod and the basket of fish he had caught, Phythas ran towards the village. As he neared, he saw that his house had not yet been touched by the flames, but the home of his childhood friend, the human Althric was on fire, and there were dark figures slumped on the ground. Panic gripped him as he rushed towards the burning house. He saw the still forms of Mojo and Fang, two of the dogs Althric had been raising since before his parents had passed away and left their kennel to him. As Phythas went through the open gate and into the closed yard, he passed the bloodied body of Althric's wife, Jesuna, lying deathly still near the path to the front door of the house.Running around to the back of the yard, Phythas stopped, heart pounding in his chest, as he spotted the broken form of the old hound. Next to it lay a dead goblin, one of its arms torn off by the dog, though the gnome boy hardly noticed. He kneeled down beside the dog, tear's welling up in his eyes...&quot; Scruffy... &quot;After a mere heartbeat, there was a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass as two more of the viscious raiders burst out of the house through one of the windows, torches in hand. They spotted the boy and turned to each other, grinning evilly as they slowly advanced from behind.Phythas, of course, had overheard all of this. Anger began to well up inside of him and he looked for something, anything that he could use as a weapon. Next to the dead goblin he saw the blade of one of the goblins' weapons, with the handle broken off. But, there were two holes bored into one end of the blade, easily big enough for his fingers. Grabbing the blade, the rough edges cutting into his hand, Pythas turned on the two goblins. The burning flames consuming the house were reflected is his eyes, filled with hatred. A single tear rolled down his cheeck.&quot; You sliced my dog; now I'm gonna slice YOU! &quot;With startling speed he leaped towards the fiendish humanoids, who were much taken aback by the gnomes sudden attack. They had barely begun to raise their own blades as Phythas hacked into the first goblin's neck, nearly severing it. As he pulled out his weapon, the other goblin was afforded a moment to counterattack, and it took advantage of it with a chopping motion, forcing Phythas to turn his back and try to roll a way.Pain lanced through his body as the goblin's weapon cut into his back, leaving a wound from his right shoulderblade halfway to his waist, but it was shallow. Phythas spun around and managed to block the second blow. Then he attacked.The goblin, still a little stunned by the sudden turn of events and death of its companion, was forced to go on the defensive as the enraged gnome rained down blow after blow. Just when it looked like the boy was tiring, it stumbled on the body of another dog, Muffin. Seeing his last opening, Phythas brought down his blade with all his strength, cleaving into the goblins thick skull and planting the blade next in between its left eye and nose.Letting go of his weapon, Phythas sat down on the ground. The terrible pain in his back and hand was beginning to register, and he could feel the intense heat of the flames. He was exhausted, breathing hard and about ready to cry. Then he heard some shouting and the pounding of boots, and a small group of villagers led by his mother and father appeared in the gateway. His father's grim face and the mixed look of horror and relief of his mother were the last thing he saw that night before passing out...[code][B]Name:[/B] Phythas[B]Class:[/B] Ftr 1&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]Starting Level[/b]: 1[B]Race:[/B] Gnome[B]Region of Origin:[/b] Sanos Forest[B]Size:[/B] Small[B]Gender:[/B] Male[B]Alignment:[/B] Neutral Good[B]Deity:[/B] Erastil, Calistria [B]Str:[/B] 12 +1 (06p.)&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Level:[/B] 1&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]XP[/B]: 0[B]Dex:[/B] 13 +1 (05p.)&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]BAB:[/B] +1&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]HP:[/B] 13 (1d10+3)[B]Con:[/B] 16 +3 (06p.)&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Grapple:[/B] -2&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Int:[/B] 12 +1 (04p.)&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Speed:[/B] 20'&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Stat Increases:[/b][B]Wis:[/B] 10 +0 (02p.)&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Init:[/B] +1&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Spell Save:[/B] N/A[B]Cha:[/B] 13 +1 (05p.)&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]ACP:[/B] -3&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Spell Fail:[/B] 20%[B]&nbsp; &nbsp; Base&nbsp; &nbsp; Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; Shld&nbsp; &nbsp; Dex&nbsp; &nbsp; Size&nbsp; &nbsp; Nat&nbsp; &nbsp; Misc&nbsp; &nbsp; Total[/B][B]Armor:[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; 10&nbsp; &nbsp; +4&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +1&nbsp; &nbsp; +1&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; 18[B]Touch:[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; 12&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 17[B]Spell Res:[/B] None[B]Dmg Red:[/B] None[B]&nbsp; &nbsp; Total&nbsp; &nbsp; Base&nbsp; &nbsp; Mod&nbsp; &nbsp; Misc[/B][B]Fort:[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; +5&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp; --[B]Ref:[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; +1&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +1&nbsp; &nbsp; --[B]Will:[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +2[B]Notes:[/B] +2 racial save vs. illusions[B]Weapon&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Attack&nbsp; &nbsp; Damage&nbsp; &nbsp; Critical&nbsp; &nbsp; Range[/B]Gn Hkd Hammer&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +4&nbsp; &nbsp; 1d6+1&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 20/x3&nbsp; &nbsp; ------Gn Hkd Hammer&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +4&nbsp; &nbsp; 1d4+1&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 20/x4&nbsp; &nbsp; ------Dogslicer&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp; 1d4+1&nbsp; &nbsp; 19-20/x2&nbsp; &nbsp; ------Comp Short Bow&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp; 1d4&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 20/x3&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 70 ftUnarmed&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp; 1d2+1&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 20/x2&nbsp; &nbsp; ------[B]Notes:[/B][B]Languages:[/B] Common, Gnome, Goblin[B]Abilities:[/B] Low-Light Vision, Weapon Familiarity, +1 racial bonus to illusion DC, +4 dodge AC vs giants[B]Feats: [/B] Iron Will, Weapon Focus (Gnome Hooked Hammer)[B]Spell-Like/Psi-like Abilities:[/B] 1/day - Speak w/Burrowing Mammals, Dancing Lights, Ghost Sound, Prestidigitation[B]Skill Points:[/B] 12&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 4/2[B]Skills&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Total&nbsp; &nbsp; Ranks&nbsp; &nbsp; Mod&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Misc[/B]Bluff&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 2&nbsp; &nbsp; +1&nbsp; &nbsp; --K (Local)&nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 2&nbsp; &nbsp; +1&nbsp; &nbsp; --Survival&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 2&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; --[B]Notes:[/B] +2 racial bonus to Listen and Craft (Alchemy)[B]Equipment:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Cost&nbsp; &nbsp; Weight[/B]Hide Shirt&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 90gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 12.5lbHvy Wooden Shld&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 7gp&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 5lbGn Hkd Hammer&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 20gp&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 3lbDogslicer&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 8gp&nbsp; &nbsp; .5lbComp Short Bow&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 75gp&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1lb20 Arrows&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 1.5lbExplr Outfit&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; --gp&nbsp; &nbsp; --lbBackpack&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 2gp&nbsp; &nbsp; .5lb&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Bedroll&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1sp&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1.25lbFlint + Steel&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1gp&nbsp; &nbsp; --lbBelt Pouch&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1gp&nbsp; &nbsp; .125lb3 Days Rations&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 15sp&nbsp; &nbsp; .75lbSack&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1sp&nbsp; &nbsp; .125lbWaterskin&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1gp&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1lbWhetstone&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 2cp&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1lb[B]Total Weight:[/B] 28.25lb&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Money:[/B] 28gp 41sp 18cp[B]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Lgt&nbsp; &nbsp; Med&nbsp; &nbsp; Hvy&nbsp; &nbsp; Lift&nbsp; &nbsp; Push[/B][B]Max Weight:[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; 32.25&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 64.5&nbsp; &nbsp; 97.5&nbsp; &nbsp; 185&nbsp; &nbsp; 487.5&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Age:[/B] 74[B]Height:[/B] 3'7&quot;[B]Weight:[/B] 42 lbs.[B]Eyes:[/B] Emerald Green[B]Hair:[/B] Sandy Brown[B]Skin:[/B] Light Tanned[/CODE]Appearance: Rather tall for a gnome, Phythas looks like he has seen his fare share of travels. His skin sports a healthy tan from many days spent out in the sun, and his clothes and gear are weathered. Over his torso he wears a thick shirt of hide in the style of the Shoanti barbarians, and he carries an assortment of weapons. However, his sandy hair and brilliant green eyes give him a friendly appearance. Personality: Phythas tends to be cheerful and well mannered, though sometimes he wears it as a veneer over feelings of anger and resentment. He is good natured and kind hearted, and occassionally this causes him to question exactly how much mercy he should show to his enemies. Also, he can be very mischievious when it strikes his fancy, a trait he shares with the goblins he despises so much. Background: Born in a one of the hidden villages of the Sanos Forest, Phythas moved to Whistledown with his parents when he was very young, only about five years old, barely more than a toddler in gnomish reckoning. They settled next to a family that raised dogs for a living. A few years went by and Phythas befriended the young son of those neighbours, named Althric. Despite their difference in size, they got along very well, but all too soon Althric grew up while Phythas stayed young, becoming more like an older brother to the young gnome than a best friend.During this time, Phythas would often help Althric with raising the dogs. In particular, his friend entrusted him with the raising of a newborn puppy, whom the young gnome named Scruffy. Phythas really loved his dog, who became like his new best friend. Althric was glad to have his friend around to help when his parents died, leaving him the family business.When Phythas was about thirty, Althric married a beautiful young woman by the name of Jesuna. They had planned to start a family together, though this was not to be. In what was to become a defining moment in Phythas' life, goblins attacked Whistledown and killed the couple, as well as several others, setting fire to a number of buildings. Phythas was discovered in the yard of the kennel by his parents and a group of townspeople, having slain two goblins with a broken dogslicer.After that, Phythas began to train to become a warrior and swore that he would take revenge on all goblins, or at least the mean ones. The town smith made a new handle for the dogslicer he had earned in combat, but his teacher did not think it the most suitable weapon for heavy fighting, and so Phythas was instructed in the multi-purpose weapon, the gnome hooked hammer.When Phythas came of age and had finished his training, se set out to travel Varisia in his search for more nasty goblins.He travelled briefly through the lands of the Shoanti barbarians, where he was gifted with his hide shirt, but those hardy people did not need much help in fending off attacks, so he travelled southwards again. On the plains between Ember Lake and Varisian Bay, Phythas picked up the trail of some goblins, which he followed west for a time. Eventually though he lost the trail, but he decided to continue on towards the coast and Sandpoint anyway, thinking that he would perhaps like to see the ocean and the islands.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Kaodi, post: 3702242, member: 1231"] [I]After a pleasant afternoon fishing downstream from the village, a young gnome named Phythas caught the scent of something burning while walking back through the woods towards Whistedown, where he lived. At first, he could not tell where it was coming from because the trees' canopy was too thick, but as he neared the village, he saw the pillar of smoke billowing up from several burning houses on the western edge. Dropping his fishing rod and the basket of fish he had caught, Phythas ran towards the village. As he neared, he saw that his house had not yet been touched by the flames, but the home of his childhood friend, the human Althric was on fire, and there were dark figures slumped on the ground. Panic gripped him as he rushed towards the burning house. He saw the still forms of Mojo and Fang, two of the dogs Althric had been raising since before his parents had passed away and left their kennel to him. As Phythas went through the open gate and into the closed yard, he passed the bloodied body of Althric's wife, Jesuna, lying deathly still near the path to the front door of the house. Running around to the back of the yard, Phythas stopped, heart pounding in his chest, as he spotted the broken form of the old hound. Next to it lay a dead goblin, one of its arms torn off by the dog, though the gnome boy hardly noticed. He kneeled down beside the dog, tear's welling up in his eyes... " Scruffy... " After a mere heartbeat, there was a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass as two more of the viscious raiders burst out of the house through one of the windows, torches in hand. They spotted the boy and turned to each other, grinning evilly as they slowly advanced from behind. Phythas, of course, had overheard all of this. Anger began to well up inside of him and he looked for something, anything that he could use as a weapon. Next to the dead goblin he saw the blade of one of the goblins' weapons, with the handle broken off. But, there were two holes bored into one end of the blade, easily big enough for his fingers. Grabbing the blade, the rough edges cutting into his hand, Pythas turned on the two goblins. The burning flames consuming the house were reflected is his eyes, filled with hatred. A single tear rolled down his cheeck. " You sliced my dog; now I'm gonna slice YOU! " With startling speed he leaped towards the fiendish humanoids, who were much taken aback by the gnomes sudden attack. They had barely begun to raise their own blades as Phythas hacked into the first goblin's neck, nearly severing it. As he pulled out his weapon, the other goblin was afforded a moment to counterattack, and it took advantage of it with a chopping motion, forcing Phythas to turn his back and try to roll a way. Pain lanced through his body as the goblin's weapon cut into his back, leaving a wound from his right shoulderblade halfway to his waist, but it was shallow. Phythas spun around and managed to block the second blow. Then he attacked. The goblin, still a little stunned by the sudden turn of events and death of its companion, was forced to go on the defensive as the enraged gnome rained down blow after blow. Just when it looked like the boy was tiring, it stumbled on the body of another dog, Muffin. Seeing his last opening, Phythas brought down his blade with all his strength, cleaving into the goblins thick skull and planting the blade next in between its left eye and nose. Letting go of his weapon, Phythas sat down on the ground. The terrible pain in his back and hand was beginning to register, and he could feel the intense heat of the flames. He was exhausted, breathing hard and about ready to cry. Then he heard some shouting and the pounding of boots, and a small group of villagers led by his mother and father appeared in the gateway. His father's grim face and the mixed look of horror and relief of his mother were the last thing he saw that night before passing out...[/I] [code][B]Name:[/B] Phythas [B]Class:[/B] Ftr 1 [b]Starting Level[/b]: 1 [B]Race:[/B] Gnome [B]Region of Origin:[/b] Sanos Forest [B]Size:[/B] Small [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Alignment:[/B] Neutral Good [B]Deity:[/B] Erastil, Calistria [B]Str:[/B] 12 +1 (06p.) [B]Level:[/B] 1 [B]XP[/B]: 0 [B]Dex:[/B] 13 +1 (05p.) [B]BAB:[/B] +1 [B]HP:[/B] 13 (1d10+3) [B]Con:[/B] 16 +3 (06p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] -2 [B]Int:[/B] 12 +1 (04p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 20' [B]Stat Increases:[/b] [B]Wis:[/B] 10 +0 (02p.) [B]Init:[/B] +1 [B]Spell Save:[/B] N/A [B]Cha:[/B] 13 +1 (05p.) [B]ACP:[/B] -3 [B]Spell Fail:[/B] 20% [B] Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B] [B]Armor:[/B] 10 +4 +2 +1 +1 +0 +0 18 [B]Touch:[/B] 12 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 17 [B]Spell Res:[/B] None [B]Dmg Red:[/B] None [B] Total Base Mod Misc[/B] [B]Fort:[/B] +5 +2 +3 -- [B]Ref:[/B] +1 +0 +1 -- [B]Will:[/B] +2 +0 +0 +2 [B]Notes:[/B] +2 racial save vs. illusions [B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical Range[/B] Gn Hkd Hammer +4 1d6+1 20/x3 ------ Gn Hkd Hammer +4 1d4+1 20/x4 ------ Dogslicer +3 1d4+1 19-20/x2 ------ Comp Short Bow +3 1d4 20/x3 70 ft Unarmed +3 1d2+1 20/x2 ------ [B]Notes:[/B] [B]Languages:[/B] Common, Gnome, Goblin [B]Abilities:[/B] Low-Light Vision, Weapon Familiarity, +1 racial bonus to illusion DC, +4 dodge AC vs giants [B]Feats: [/B] Iron Will, Weapon Focus (Gnome Hooked Hammer) [B]Spell-Like/Psi-like Abilities:[/B] 1/day - Speak w/Burrowing Mammals, Dancing Lights, Ghost Sound, Prestidigitation [B]Skill Points:[/B] 12 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 4/2 [B]Skills Total Ranks Mod Misc[/B] Bluff +3 2 +1 -- K (Local) +3 2 +1 -- Survival +2 2 +0 -- [B]Notes:[/B] +2 racial bonus to Listen and Craft (Alchemy) [B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B] Hide Shirt 90gp 12.5lb Hvy Wooden Shld 7gp 5lb Gn Hkd Hammer 20gp 3lb Dogslicer 8gp .5lb Comp Short Bow 75gp 1lb 20 Arrows 1gp 1.5lb Explr Outfit --gp --lb Backpack 2gp .5lb Bedroll 1sp 1.25lb Flint + Steel 1gp --lb Belt Pouch 1gp .125lb 3 Days Rations 15sp .75lb Sack 1sp .125lb Waterskin 1gp 1lb Whetstone 2cp 1lb [B]Total Weight:[/B] 28.25lb [B]Money:[/B] 28gp 41sp 18cp [B] Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B] [B]Max Weight:[/B] 32.25 64.5 97.5 185 487.5 [B]Age:[/B] 74 [B]Height:[/B] 3'7" [B]Weight:[/B] 42 lbs. [B]Eyes:[/B] Emerald Green [B]Hair:[/B] Sandy Brown [B]Skin:[/B] Light Tanned [/CODE] [B]Appearance:[/B] Rather tall for a gnome, Phythas looks like he has seen his fare share of travels. His skin sports a healthy tan from many days spent out in the sun, and his clothes and gear are weathered. Over his torso he wears a thick shirt of hide in the style of the Shoanti barbarians, and he carries an assortment of weapons. However, his sandy hair and brilliant green eyes give him a friendly appearance. [B]Personality:[/B] Phythas tends to be cheerful and well mannered, though sometimes he wears it as a veneer over feelings of anger and resentment. He is good natured and kind hearted, and occassionally this causes him to question exactly how much mercy he should show to his enemies. Also, he can be very mischievious when it strikes his fancy, a trait he shares with the goblins he despises so much. [B]Background:[/B] Born in a one of the hidden villages of the Sanos Forest, Phythas moved to Whistledown with his parents when he was very young, only about five years old, barely more than a toddler in gnomish reckoning. They settled next to a family that raised dogs for a living. A few years went by and Phythas befriended the young son of those neighbours, named Althric. Despite their difference in size, they got along very well, but all too soon Althric grew up while Phythas stayed young, becoming more like an older brother to the young gnome than a best friend. During this time, Phythas would often help Althric with raising the dogs. In particular, his friend entrusted him with the raising of a newborn puppy, whom the young gnome named Scruffy. Phythas really loved his dog, who became like his new best friend. Althric was glad to have his friend around to help when his parents died, leaving him the family business. When Phythas was about thirty, Althric married a beautiful young woman by the name of Jesuna. They had planned to start a family together, though this was not to be. In what was to become a defining moment in Phythas' life, goblins attacked Whistledown and killed the couple, as well as several others, setting fire to a number of buildings. Phythas was discovered in the yard of the kennel by his parents and a group of townspeople, having slain two goblins with a broken dogslicer. After that, Phythas began to train to become a warrior and swore that he would take revenge on all goblins, or at least the mean ones. The town smith made a new handle for the dogslicer he had earned in combat, but his teacher did not think it the most suitable weapon for heavy fighting, and so Phythas was instructed in the multi-purpose weapon, the gnome hooked hammer. When Phythas came of age and had finished his training, se set out to travel Varisia in his search for more nasty goblins. He travelled briefly through the lands of the Shoanti barbarians, where he was gifted with his hide shirt, but those hardy people did not need much help in fending off attacks, so he travelled southwards again. On the plains between Ember Lake and Varisian Bay, Phythas picked up the trail of some goblins, which he followed west for a time. Eventually though he lost the trail, but he decided to continue on towards the coast and Sandpoint anyway, thinking that he would perhaps like to see the ocean and the islands. [/QUOTE]

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