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Feats Country Born (regional bonus); Dodge; Mobility (human bonus); Track (class feature);

Skills Bluff +1 (+0+1) (+2 against goblinoid); Craft(Woodworking) +4 (+4+0); Handle Animal +5 (+4+1); Knowledge Nature +6 (+4+0+2); Listen +4 (+2+2) (+2 against goblinoid); Sense Motive +2 (+0+2) (+2 against goblinoid); Spot +4 (+2+2) (+2 against goblinoid); Survival +8 (+4+2+2) (+2 against goblinoid);

Languages Common, Druidic

Spells (when traveling) Create Water; Flare (DC 12); Mending; Goodberry; Shillelagh

Gear backpack (2gp, 2lbs); 25' hemp rope (1gp, 5lbs); bedroll (1sp, 5lbs); 2 pouches (2gp, 1lbs); spell component pouch (5gp, 2lbs); small carved wooden bowel and spoon (0.5lbs); quaterstaff (4lbs); sling w/ 10 stones (1sp, 5lbs); sickle (6gp, 2lbs); berries; tea;

Treasure 3pp; 33gp; 7sp; 10cp

Experience 60+140+240

Animal companion (Ex) Gloam the Donkey Rat (RotRL PG p6) - use Dire Rat statistics without the Disease special attack
Tricks Stay

Explainations:

Backstory
One day a woodsman was confronted by an imposing druid and accused of taking from the forest more than he needed. The woodsman wisely admitted as much. "I take more than I need and provide to others, thus keeping the forest free from the intrusion of many men." In exchange for his life, the woodsman was required to prove his sincerity by planting a tree for every one he cut down and offering his middle child to be raised by the druids. Reluctantly, the man agreed and the small child was delivered to the druids for training. Being as passionate as his mother (a Varisian) and as dedicated as his father (a Chelaxian) Caerival set himself to finding his way among the protectors of the forests.

As the years rolled by, Caerival learned to love the forest as an agglomeration of Law and Chaos, of stability and flux. Day follows night as sure as Spring follows Winter. Likewise, who can foretell when Gozreh will bring wind or rain or sun? Life begets life and death comes for all, but none can say when. The permanency of stone is found to fail by the roots of trees. These are the lessons of the wild. Rest, sustenance, and good company are the rewards for a hard day's work is lesson taught by the ever diligent druids.

Being somewhat uncharacteristically prone to physical prowess, Caerival was tasked to the small Shank's Wood. This young forest is besieged by a foul tribe of goblins which refer to themselves as the Seven Tooth Tribe. What makes these nasty little buggers so distinct is their supply of metal, food, and general refuse. To rid Shank's Wood, Caerival has set himself to discovering and eradicating the goblins and their supply source.

After spending the summer getting aquainted with Shank's Wood and assessing the goblin infestation problem, Caerival decided to visit Sandpoint. A druid from Tickwood suggested Caerival should meet Madame Mvashti, a local mystic steeped in the traditions of the Old Ways. With his staff in hand and trusty donkey rat by his side, Caerival walked the 2 miles into town along the Lost Coast Road...

Personality
Caerival is very tall and lanky with a chestnut beard but otherwise not particularly attractive. The druid is more at home surrounded by trees and wildlife and the companionship of his best friend, a Donkey Rat named Gloam. Left to his own devices, he would not use fire and consume only natural, uncooked, roots, berries, flowers, bark, tubbers, and the such.

Quote
"If you were a tree I'd hug you. If you were a goblin I'd beat you with my stick. Everyone else is suspect."