About Gaxsban
Human Barbarian
Chaotic neutral
Strength 17 (+3) / 19 (+4)
Dexterity 14 (+2)
Constitution 14 (+2)
Intelligence 8 (-1)
Wisdom 14 (0)
Charisma 8 (-1)
Total Hit Points: 64 (6D12+12)
Speed: 40
Armor Class: 18 (+6 +2 chain shirt, +2 dex) (20 AC Vs Traps)
Touch AC: 12 (+2 dex)
Flat-footed: 18 (+6 +2 chain shirt, +2 dex)
Initiative modifier: +2
Fortitude save: +7 (+5 base, +2 Con)
Reflex save: +4 (+2 base, +2 Dex) (+2 Vs Traps)
Will save: +5 (+2 base, +2 wis, +tribe)
BAB: +6/+1
Grapple check: +10
+1 scythe (+11/+6 attack, 2D4+7, crit x4, piercing or slashing)
spiked gauntlet (+10/+5, 1D4+4, crit x2, piercing)
sling (+8/+3, 1d4+4, crit x2, bludgeoning)
Feats:
totem spirit (Lyrune-Quah)
Power attack
cleave
improved bull rush
great cleave
Barbarian Abilities:
fast movement
illiteracy
Rage 2/day
uncanny dodge
Trap sense +2
improved uncanny dodge
Skills:
Climb (str): +12 (9 ranks)
Jump (str): +16 (9 ranks)
Listen (wis): +13 (9 ranks)
Survival (wis): +11 (9 ranks)
background skills:
craft, tanner (int): +5 (6 ranks)
profession, hunter (wis): +8 (6 ranks)
Languages:
Common
Shoanti
Rage stats:
AC 16 (18 vs traps)
HP: (6D12 +24)
saves: fort +9, ref +4, Will +7
+1 scythe (+13/+8, 2d4+10, crit x4, piercing or slashing)
rage lasts 7 rounds
Equipment:
backpack
belt pouch
bedroll
flint and steel
hempen rope (50ft)
2 sunrods
2 water skin
Gauntlets of Ogre power
+1 scythe
+2 chain shirt
Bag of boulders: (pg 150 MIC)(1400 gp) 3 charges a day. Bag creates a pebble that hits with the force of a catapult. Drawing a pebble and throwing it is a standard action. Pebbles have a range increment of 50ft. Spending 1 charge or more determines the power of the pebble:
1: 2d6
2: 3d6
3: 4d6
potions:
enlarge person
3 cure light wounds
cure moderate wounds
jump
2 protection from chaos
Gold:170
Silver:9
copper:
Description:
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 210 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: dark brown
Skin: Tan
Figure: muscular
History: Gaxsban grew up on the edge of civilization amongst the Shoanti Lyrune-Quah tribe. Gax was a strong and powerful hunter and might have happily remained amongst the barbarian people he believed to be his own, but one fateful day Gax lost his father and his heritage in one terrible event.
Gax and his father Roakkad were out hunting, looking for rabbit (mainly for the pelts as Gax's mother was expecting and father and son wanted to swaddle the new babe in warm soft rabbit fur), when through the trees a great stag appeared. It was the largest and most powerful beast the two had ever seen, and Gax's father had thought that providence had smiled on them that day. They had left their bows back at camp (as rabbit could be snared or killed with a sling) but Roakkad had a bundle of javelin to protect themselves from anything they should come across in the wilderness. He quietly gave Gax one of the javelins and took the remainder with himself and the two began to carefully stalk the beast. When the were within thirty paces Roakkad lifted his javelin and threw . . . but something startled the beast and it moved causing the javelin to bounce harmlessly off the beast's shoulder blades. Then the great stag turned and charged! Roakkad took the worst of it, the beast gored and trampled him, Gaxsban tried his best to fight the thing off but with a simple flick of it's head, the mighty stag sent him flying. When Gax awoke he found his father breathing shallowly gripping a wound in his side that just wouldn't stop bleeding. Gax tried what he could to save the man's life but there seemed to be little he could do.
"Nalmid," Roakkad muttered, mistaking Gaxsban for his uncle, "Nalmid I'm dieing."
"You're not dieing," Gaxsban cried, "you're not, you're going to live!"
"Nalmid," Roakkad cried, "please you have to promise me . . ."
"Promise you what?" Gax foolishly asked.
"Not to tell him," Roakkad cried, and then wispered the words that would change Gaxsban's life forever, "don't tell my boy about his real father, let him grow up believing he's my blood . . . don't let him know the hate . . . that . . . he can't know what that bastard did to his mother."
Roakkad died before Gaxsban could make it back to camp. The damage had been done. While his mother and sisters morned over the body of the man that Gaxsban had so recently believed to have been his father, Gaxsban found his uncle and demanded to know who his real father was.
"Leave it be boy," his uncle muttered, "you don't want to know and I can't believe your father would want you to know."
"Tell me uncle," Gaxsban cried, "I've doubly lost a father today, and now I find that I'm a bastard and a mongrel? Tell me his name so that I can find this man, I want to him and repay him for what he did to my mother."
The man Gaxsban had grown up believing to be his father's brother looked at him for a long time. Judging the possible consequences of revealing his secrets to the young lad. Perhaps his painful memories, anger, and desire for revenge won out over any promises he had made to his brother because he finally shared the secret that had been buried all those years ago.
"His name was Jal," he finally said, "a mercenary from down south, he and his band of thieves found our camps while most of the men were out hunting. They killed your grandfather and he rapped your mother. They took what they could and left before we returned from the hunt. Your mother only heard his first name and saw the scar from where he's been hung once. Your father and I tried to track him down but he had fled far to the south."
Gaxsban remained with his mother till he knew they'd be cared for, then he gathered what little belongings he had and headed south, to hunt the man that had hurt his mother and stolen his father and his people from him.
