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About Corbin of Wensdale

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Statblock
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Corbin of Wensdale
Male Human Fighter 1
Lawful Neutral human
Current XP: 0
XP for Next Level: 2,000
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Defense
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AC 0
hp 14 (1d10+4)
Saves Paralyze/Poison/Death 14, Rod/Staff/Wand 16, Petrification/Polymorph 15, Breath Weapon 17, Spell 17
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Offense
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Speed 12
THAc0 20
To Hit: Club (THAc0 19) (1d6+2 vs. Medium, 1d3+2 vs. Large)
Sling (THAc0 20) (1d4+1 vs. Medium, 1d6+1 vs. Large)

Weapon Proficiencies:
Club (Specialized) (2)
Medium Shield (Specialized) (1)
Sling (1)
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Statistics
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STR 14, DEX 9, CON 18, INT 8, WIS 11, CHA 8

Non-Weapon Proficiencies
Languages Common
Combat Gear Club, Sling, Medium Shield, 20 Sling Bullets, Splint Mail
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Special Abilities
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As a Fighter, Corbin may Specialize in a single weapon.

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Background
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Corbin of Wensdale is, perhaps, as average a man as one can get--born in the farming town of Wensdale in some dull-as-dirt plain in some duchy, his future was as drab as his hometown. While he grew to have some muscle to his name, the man became known for his tireless work ethic and almost superhuman stamina--long hours of pushing a plow and tilling fields that would leave another man half-dead from exhaustion were an average day's work for him.

While the life of a farmer is honest work, it's very much at the mercy of Nature even in the best of circumstances. A few seasons of fallow fields later, and he found himself in dire straits, both financially and physically. Having little other options, he joined the Wensdale town watch and served as a militiaman for a few years.

Unfortunately, Corbin's career in the militia would be short-lived, through no real fault of his own; he had the misfortune of walking in on his captain getting frisky with the mayor's daughter and he was swiftly kicked off the force. With an ill-fitting suit of armor, half-battered shield and his old truncheon at his side, Corbin was forced to leave Wensdale to search for better opportunities elsewhere.
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Description & Personality
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Dressed in somewhat tarnished grey splint mail and carrying a dented iron medium shield that could very well once have been a cauldron's lid, Corbin of Wensdale hardly cuts the most imposing of figures. The wooden club at his side has a dark stain on one end, as if it were either used as a stirring implement for a soup or (more likely) it was used to beat someone's skull in. His pale skin, dark brown hair and beard and visible paunch paint the picture of a man who's not especially fit for his profession.

Corbin is not an educated man, to put it simply. Nor is he especially graceful or polite. He is, however, a diligent man who's often been described as 'too dumb to know when to quit'.

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Gear
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Splint Mail (80 GP)
Medium Shield (7 GP)
Club (Free)
Sling (0.05 GP)
20 Sling Bullets (0.02 GP)
Backpack (2 GP)
2 weeks of iron rations (10 GP)
Waterskin (0.8 GP)
Belt (0.3 GP)
Large Belt Pouch (1 GP)
Breeches (2 GP)
Tunic (0.8 GP)
Soft Boots (1 GP)

Money: 25.03 GP

Carrying Capacity:

Current Load:

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