Male Half-Elf Rogue (Scout) 1
CG Medium humanoid (elf, human)
Init +3; Senses low-light vision; Perception +6
AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +3 Dex)
hp 12 (1d8+4)
Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0; +2 vs. enchantments
Immune magic sleep
Speed 30 ft.
Melee club +1 (1d6+1) and
. . elven curve blade +1 (1d10+1/18-20)
Ranged light crossbow +3 (1d8/19-20)
Special Attacks sneak attack +1d6
Str 12, Dex 17, Con 13, Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 13
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 14
Traits militia veteran (any town or village), student survivalist
Skills Acrobatics +6, Climb +4, Disable Device +7, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +6, Knowledge (local) +6, Perception +6 (+7 to locate traps), Ride +7, Sleight of Hand +6, Stealth +6, Survival +6, Use Magic Device +5; Racial Modifiers +2 Perception
Languages Common, Elven, Goblin, Varisian
SQ elf blood, trapfinding +1
Other Gear studded leather armor, club, elven curve blade, light crossbow
Elf Blood Half-elves count as both elves and humans for any effect related to race.
Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Sneak Attack +1d6 +1d6 damage if you flank your target or your target is flat-footed.
Student Survivalist (Shalelu) (Ex) +1 vs foes threatening Shalelu.
Trapfinding +1 Gain a bonus to find or disable traps, including magical ones.
As a young boy in Sandpoint, Caerwyn and the other young boys of the village were always getting in trouble. Ranging anywhere from minor vandalism to petty theft the youngsters proved more of a nuisance than any real danger.
Until one day, when he was thirteen, Caerwyn and some of the other boys in the village wandered too far from the town and got lost in the woods. It was getting dark and the group of boys began to be afraid when they saw torchlight among the trees near them. Calling out, the boys were relieved when the lights began heading towards them. They were saved.
Their joy was short lived as a band of goblins entered the clearing. Caerwyn picked up a big stick and prepared to defend himself and the others as the goblins fanned out to encircle the little band. The other boys, taking Caerwyn's lead picked up other sticks and stones in a last ditch effort at survival.
When the first pair of goblins rushed the tight knot of children, Caerwyn screamed defiance and ran out to meet them swinging his stick two handed. As luck would have it his wild swing connected with the lead goblin and laid him out, his skull crushed where the blow landed. This gave the other goblins pause, as they once more circled the group of boys probing for a weakness.
Deciding to rush the group en masse the goblins charged, only to fall into disarray as two feathered shaft suddenly protruded from the lead goblins. Unable to find the hidden archer and with three of their number dead or dying, the goblin hunting party turned and ran back into the woods, but not before two more fell to arrows in their fleeing backs. Suddenly a tall blonde women stepped into the clearing, she was the most beautiful woman Caerwyn had ever seen, she was the elven Ranger, Shalelu. Caerwyn had seen the eleven woman around town before but never paid much attention to her until now.
Shalelu let out a piercing whistle and looked around the battlefield while she waited. Noticing the dead goblin and Caerwyn's blood stained stick she smiled and nodded in satisfaction. Shortly thereafter several men from the village, including Caerwyn's father, burst into the clearing. His eleven features inscrutable, the elder Callandriil took in the scene before him without saying a word. In fact he said nothing to Caerwyn the entire trek back until they reached their farmstead. There he told the boy to meet him at the woodshed as he went to tell his wife that they had returned.
In the shed Caerwyn paced back and forth anxiously awaiting the punishment he was sure was coming. As his father entered the shed Caerwyn began blurting out all manner of excuses and apologies only to be brought short by his father's upraised hand. Quietly the young boy watched as his father reached above the mantle of the door and brought down an item wrapped tightly in oilcloth that Caerwyn had never seen before. Despite himself, he edged nearer as his father unwrapped the package and his eyes goggled as he caught a glimpse of an incredibly beautiful and gracefully cast sword. Caerwyn took an unconscious step backwards as his father pulled the weapon from the cloth and looked down the length of the blade. Turning to his son the old man smiled, he told Caerwyn how proud he was of him for standing his ground and protecting his friends from the goblins. Handing the sword to the young boy Caerwyn's father explained that this sword was his from his younger days and his father's before that and that it was his time to learn how to wield it properly.
Months passed as Caerwyn trained with his father and spent time with Shalelu, whom she called him her little "goblin slayer", in the wilderness around the tiny village learning the ways of woodcraft and survival in the wild. During this time the gratitude that Caerwyn felt for the elven ranger for saving his life grew into something deeper.
Years passed and the young boy grew into a young man who joined the Sandpoint militia as soon as he was old enough. Rising through the ranks Caerwyn now leads a small troop of men, several of whom were with him that fateful day in the forest.