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About Bastargrae SweetgulpCrunchies:
Bastargrae Sweetgulp
Male gnome investigator (empiricist) 3 N Small humanoid (gnome) Init +2; Senses low-light vision; Perception +10 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 15, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +2 Dex, +1 size) hp 33 (3d8+2) Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +6; +2 vs. illusions Defensive Abilities defensive training -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 20 ft. (15 ft. in armor) Rangedhand crossbow +4(1d3) Melee gnome pincher +4(1d4-1) or . . sap +4(1d4-1 nonlethal) or . . sword cane +4(1d4-1) Special Attacks hatred Investigator (Empiricist) Extracts Prepared (CL 3rd; concentration +6,DC 16 . . 1st—expeditious retreat,Firebelly,Coin Shot,Adhesive Spittle --------------------
Bastargrae Sweetgulp
Traits:3 Accelerated Drinker
Brastlewark Businessman
Urban Sleuth
Once per day, when you attempt a Knowledge skill check in either of the types associated with your focus, you can roll twice and take the better result as your actual result.
Motivations for rebelling!:
It all started that stuffy evening as Bastargrae settled in for the night and drank his Mint tea prior to bed and read the official billpost delivered to nearly every citizen of Kintargo. When he reached the final sentence,he spat his tea violently all over the sheet of parchment. Coughing harshly to clear his sinuses, the gnome grasped the tea-sodden billpost and re-read the contents with intense scrutiny. Proclamations that he opposed:
Proclamations of Paracount Barzillai Thrune: Proclamation the Second: All places of public business must display in
This...rankled him upon hearing it.There was in no way he wanted a painted visage of the spoiled teenage despot looking over him like some looming vulture. Probably possessed by some imp spy so the House of Thrune could monitor it's denizens. It was an irritant,to be sure but one he could begrudgingly bear somewhat.His tiny teahouse was located near the docks on the edge of the merchant district,thus he was a business as recognized by the city. Proclamation the Fourth: The right to wear fine embroidered clothing in
Again,this was an annoying outcome but not one that affected him much besides his own personal opinion.Everyone had the right to wear what they wished,to be dressed in their finest garb. And he wasn't about to join the diabolical faith or become a lickspittle to that damned noble house of slavers and demon kissers just to be able to wear nice clothing outside his own quarters. Proclamation the Sixth: The imbibing of night tea brings a dangerous
....Now this.This would not do at all. No creature upon this earth told him when he could have his tea!! NO ONE! Proclamation the Seventh: The odor and flavor of mint is an abomination
......And this last declaration from the Lord-Mayor was what broke the proverbial donkey's back.Mint was his favorite flavor in tea. It freshened both the mind and breath! He even rubbed it upon his skin fresh from the bath to keep his skin clear and supple! No more! Down with the sickness that is House Thrune! He would extinguish it and flush it away in a scalding torrent of mint-flavored tea that was his indignation. Tearing the billpost into shreds in an indignant fit of rage,the gnome grabbed his swordcane and cloak from the peg upon the wall and shrugged on his satchel.Brows knitted above his glittering brown orbs,Bastargrae stormed out his door into the streets of Kintargo. "Down with the tyranny of Thrune!!" His cry pierced the air like a rooster's lusty crow. |