About Kit Fights-Like-BadgerCurrent Status:
HP: 15/15 (23 Nonlethal damage)
Rage rounds: 1/6 Stat Block:
Male Halfling Barbarian(Titan Mauler) 1
CG Small Humanoid Init +3; Senses: Perception +6 ------------------------------ DEFENSE ------------------------------ AC 17, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+3 armor, +1 Size, +3 Dex)(+2 Dodge vs foes larger than Small) HP 15 Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +1 (+2 vs Fear) ------------------------------ OFFENSE ------------------------------ Speed 20 ft. Melee:
Ranged:
Misc: +1 to hit vs Giants and +2 to confirm crits (orphaned by giants)
Languages: Common, Shoanti Advancement:
1st: Barbarian; Favored +1HP Special Abilities:
Racial Traits ---------------- Size: Halflings are Small creatures and gain a +1 size bonus to their AC, a +1 size bonus on attack rolls, a –1 penalty to their CMB and CMD, and a +4 size bonus on Stealth checks. Fearless: Halflings receive a +2 racial bonus on all saving throws against fear. Underfoot: Halflings must train hard to effectively fight bigger opponents. Halflings with this racial trait gain a +1 dodge bonus to AC against foes larger than themselves and a +1 bonus on Reflex saving throws to avoid trample attacks. This racial trait replaces halfling luck. Sure-Footed: Halflings receive a +2 racial bonus on Acrobatics and Climb checks. Keen Senses: Halflings receive a +2 racial bonus on Perception checks. Traits and Drawbacks
Adopted by Shoanti: Gained Auspicious Tattoo: You gain a +1 trait bonus on Will saving throws. Class Abilities
A titan mauler gains a +1 bonus on attack rolls and a +1 dodge bonus to AC in melee with creatures larger than themselves. Rage: (Ex) A barbarian can call upon inner reserves of strength and ferocity, granting her additional combat prowess. Starting at 1st level, a barbarian can rage for a number of rounds per day equal to 4 + her Constitution modifier. At each level after 1st, she can rage for 2 additional rounds. Temporary increases to Constitution, such as those gained from rage and spells like bear's endurance, do not increase the total number of rounds that a barbarian can rage per day. A barbarian can enter rage as a free action. The total number of rounds of rage per day is renewed after resting for 8 hours, although these hours do not need to be consecutive. While in rage, a barbarian gains a +4 morale bonus to her Strength and Constitution, as well as a +2 morale bonus on Will saves. In addition, she takes a –2 penalty to Armor Class. The increase to Constitution grants the barbarian 2 hit points per Hit Dice, but these disappear when the rage ends and are not lost first like temporary hit points. While in rage, a barbarian cannot use any Charisma-, Dexterity-, or Intelligence-based skills (except Acrobatics, Fly, Intimidate, and Ride) or any ability that requires patience or concentration. A barbarian can end her rage as a free action and is fatigued after rage for a number of rounds equal to 2 times the number of rounds spent in the rage. A barbarian cannot enter a new rage while fatigued or exhausted but can otherwise enter rage multiple times during a single encounter or combat. If a barbarian falls unconscious, her rage immediately ends, placing her in peril of death. Gear and Possessions:
------------------------------ GEAR/POSSESSIONS ------------------------------ Carrying Capacity Light 0-57 lb. Medium 58-115 lb. Heavy 116-225 lb. Current Load Carried 45 lb. Currency: 0pp 0gp 0sp 0cp
Appearance and Personality:
Kit is an average size halfling with skin tanned from long days in the Cinderlands with his tribe. He has a tattoo of flames across his right cheek from the day he was declared an adult in the tribe and completed his trials. His hair is a wild shock of black tempered by icy blue eyes. ------------------------------ Height 3ft 2in Weight 36 lbs Age 26 Hair Black Eyes Blue Skin Tanned ------------------------------ What Kit lacks in size, he makes up for in confidence and anger. There is nothing he believes he can't overcome. He only has flashes in memory of the day his village was destroyed but the images of the giant hulking forms fill him with a powerful rage and he'd stop at nothing to see them destroyed. When not fighting though, he is a boisterous and happy part of the village full of cheer and hard work. Background:
25 years ago... Smoke. Screaming and smoke is the most I can remember of that day... Bora picked through the ruins of the small village. The halflings had been good trading partners for his entire career as a hunter. It was a small village, no more than one to two hundred people. Now it lay in ruins. It was a unsettling sight. No building was left standing, crushed or burned, but the most awful thing was the silence. Not even a crow in the sky broke it. "This carnage is worrisome brothers." Bora called over his shoulder to his hunting party, "They are too close to our borders. Go and seek tracks of what did this." They searched the wreckage for any sign of the offenders, Bora picked apart the remains of a house. As he moved a large peice of roof there was a scream and cry that made him grasp his klar before he settled his eyes on the cause. A small bundle of cloth. He looked over to his companion with confusion but slowly lifted the crying bundle. Beneath it lay a crushed figure of what must have once been a beautiful female halfling. He unwrapped the bundle slowly to reveal an infant. Bora called out "There is a survivor, Brothers! By the gods there is at least one to survive this ruin." He shook his head after a moment. "We cannot leave it here. there is nothing for it anymore. We return to the Clan with this news." Another brother called for Bora as they made their way out of the village. He stopped to see what he had found and the hunter looked grimly to Bora and spoke one word while pointing to the massive print. "Giants." ----------------------------------------
"AGAIN!" Bora boomed. The old hunter raising the training club and coming at me like a wildfire, at all angles, and with a wild abandon that was hard to counter. I tried my best but I was still just a boy of 16 and only 2 feet tall. He was overpowering and found his way past my training club and landed a crushing blow onto my shoulder driving me to the ground. Bora called out as he walked back to his starting position. "You cannot be weak, Kit. The world is harsh and will give you no break. You must not let your body hinder you. Become one with your spirit and harness it. Now... AGAIN! I was angry. So many times this game. Endless in the last few years. Bora was my adoptive father. He told me of how I came to be with his family. and what had happened to my own. The Sun Clan is not much for shying from the harshness of the world or for keeping their children in the dark. He had taught me to hunt with bow and club, and how to survive the dangers of the Cinderlands. But fighting was an area of particular soreness. I was so little. I had so much to prove and so much against me. I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed, "My blood ignites!" The soreness in my shoulder disappeared and as he charged me, I met him with a ferocity I had not known myself capable of. I roared in defiance and saw red. His club came overhead once again but this time i did not stand and block. rather I dove underneath him and whirled on his leg. My club met his knee and I heard a pop come from it as he came down. He yelped like a wounded Firepelt but I didn't care. I rolled away as he came down only to come back in with an overhand chop meant to crush his skull. But as I was about to bring the club down It was caught and I was tackled by my brother. "Enough!" he shouted as I scratched and bit and hissed. "Enough for today little Kit." He said with practiced measure to sooth the red from my vision. My vision cleared to reveal the old hunter still on the ground but instead calling out in pain he was laughing! "HA HA! I knew there was fight in you boy! Thought I did not know you had the wrath of fire burning in you! You are finally ready my son!" He smiled so broad I thought his grin would touch his ears. "You are ready for your Burn Run!" -------------------------------
A right of passage. This can also thin the herd of the weak. The spirits play a funny and deadly game with us all... The day was another sun scorched cloudless day on the plains. There was 4 of us going out for the run. We had trained long and hard gaining a bond of trust. They were very unsure that I would be able to keep up but the wrath of fire in my veins added spring to my step. They soon found out that I was outrunning them. The day came and we were led into the plains by the burnriders and his brother Veykon who had become a tribe shaman. We waited anxiously as set the feild alight. then began the running. We ran hard and long for the river. It felt so far away but the winds changed as we ran. they gave us a favorable lead on the burn. The spirits decided that this wasn't enough of a challenge. As we ran we heard nothing but the wind rushing past us until it sprang. A beast of a cat with golden fur and vicious claws. A runner was taken down in an instant and a sickening crack was heard as I skidded to a stop and shouted for help. the tribes frown on weakness. no help would come. I screamed at the beast until it turned its attention to me. Then once more I ran as it scrambled for a new and seemingly helpless meal. As I ran toward the river again the fire was gaining but the cat was faster It leapt for me but I had the fortune to dive into a badger den and find it unoccupied. I scramled for another exit as the dug and scrathed at my escape route. Coming back up I found a large branch for me and snatched it up. The fire was close now. Consuming all in its path. I circled close on the fire before coming back to the cat. The winds were again favorable and the heat only singed off the hair on my feet and arms as I lit the branch. Now armed I turned on the cat that had felled my clanmember and my vision once more turned red. An eagle's scream snapped me from my rage as I regained myself. I had many scratches and deep claw wounds but the cat lay dead at my feet, scorched and bludgeoned. The blood had put out my club and its blackened length was still taught in my hands. The fire was too close now and threatened to engulf me for my revenge. I ran again, though slowed by my efforts, with the raging wildfire at my back and keeping only feet behind. It was only by a hair's breadth that I made the river in time to the cheers of my fellow runners. Once it was concluded we allowed the fire to burn down, wounds to be healed, and made our way back through the blackened earth to retreive the dead. I said nothing as we passed the dead cat, now a burnt corpse. I still carried the hunk of wood. It felt safe. We set a pyre for the fallen and it was a solemn affair. that night there was a festival for those that had succeeded. We received surnames based on acheivements and merits. Veykon was annointing the new warriors. It was my turn when he shouted to the clan, "Kit. You are no longer such a little one in the eyes of our tribe. You stand tall. You are ferocious and cunning. You fight like a badger." He winked at me as I looked up confused. He returned his gaze to the gathered clan. "Kit held back his run to avenge his clanmate. Kit bravely slew the Cindercat alone with this flaming branch!" Veykon held aloft my club and cheers rose from the gathered clan. "Kit fights with the wrath of fire only matched by the ferocity of the badger whose hole he used to thwart the beast! I name him now, Kit Fights-Like-Badger!" He shouted as he screamed like an eagle and the realization hit me. My foster brother had been watching me from on high the whole time. Was he the cause of the fair winds? More cheers erupted and I was placed on shoulders as the merriment of the night took hold with dances and feasts. Before the night ended I was tattooed in ritual to symbolize my adulthood and victory. Emblazoned on my cheek was the fire in my heart. The next morning Father called me to the sparring area again. He had a grin on his face wide enough to touch his ears. "I have a gift for you." He said placing a cloth wrapped thing in my arms. "To remember your run and the lessons the spirits have blessed you with." I opened the cloth to reveal an earthbreaker hewn to my size. the haft made of solid but char blackened wood and a head of heavy char blackened stone. "I carved this from your weapon. It should be more fitting to your size and honor of the clan." My heart swelled with pride as I flet the balance of the heavy weapon and beamed at my father as he called out again. "Now we train more!" I have never enjoyed being beaten in the morning more than that day. -------------------------------
It's always harder to lose the ones you love when you can watch them wither away... "Brother, what plagues him? Are we being punished by the gods?!" Kit asked of his adoptive Veykon as he tended over his bedridden father. "I don't know little Kit. Whatever disease plagues him is beyond my skill to mend. The spirits are unclear on this. The gods may have chosen him to move on to the great hunt" The shaman replied, grim and solemn. He shook his head. "We have precious little time. See our father. For the gods may claim him soon." Kit held back tears. He did not fear death. He feared very little but this was not something he was prepared for as he entered the tent. Bora lay bundled and sweating on the cot of the tent. His father had aged well, a strong jaw line and many lines of wisdom criss-crossed his face, but humans age so fast compared to even halflings. Kit was only 24, barely adult by halfing standards and yet his entire life to this point saw his father age into this weary plainsman. Bora raised an aged hand taught with work hardened muscle and beckoned him closer. "Do not fear, my child. I have walked this plain for many seasons. This is the fate of us all and is not to be sad about, Rejoice for soon I go to see the spirits of our ancestors." He coughed a hard and heavy cough. Kit ran to his side. "Father, it can't be your time yet. I have not learned enough. I..." Bora placed his hand on the halflings head. "You, my little Kit, have learned more than enough. You must open your eyes to the world. We have kept you in the village too long. I have told you of the day I found you. The spirits must have a plan for you. You must seek it. Learn why I found you that day. Avenge the people of your birth village little Kit, may your spirit guide you son." as the last word left his mouth, so did his final breath. Kit sobbed hard as his brother approached and layed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked up to Veykon with tear drowned eyes and his brother toned out the soothing words, "Every stone, a totem. Little brother you must remember this and celebrate for Father has gone to rejoin the spirits and will always guide us. Whatever he told you was for you to hear alone." He nodded and dried his eyes. His father had given him a mission in his death. He looked back to the form of his father and whispered. "By blood it is sworn father. I will seek my fate." He left that night, into the plains he grew up in. Only to return when the spirits judged him ready. ---------------------------------
The world is so large and I am so small. I cannot let this hold me back. I have sworn an oath and by my blood it shall be seen through... East. The spirits ever pulled me east. From the plains to the mountains and into more plains, I journeyed far to seek fate. I avoided any threats I felt too great, such as a patrol of orcs I crossed paths with. I guess there is an upside to being so small. I treaded the foothills of the Mindspin Mountains and into the plains of the hold of Belkzen, I would later find out. Father taught me well, hunting for any game and eating greens I could find as I went. As the days wore on I had found myself nearing a town fortified as I had never seen before with walls of pointed wood. I had found myself following a caravan of traders to this town and they had cared little for me as I can't have seemed much of a threat. But this day they had little to worry of me... "Alarm! Raiders on the road!" A caravaner called out as the train erupted into action. "Orcs!" They had chosen apparently the worst time to approach the town, as the seiging band turned on the approaching merchants with all the fury as they had shown the town. I ran forward and around through the tall grass. Only to see a large band charging the caravan. Something loomed behind them. A massive and twisted creature. I don't recall much of what happened next. Seeing the creature filled me with the wrath of fire and I was told I tried to force my way through the Orc lines to the creature only to be swatted down like a bug. I awoke in a long hall, a mountain of a woman towering over my bed with a mousy little cleric at my side. "He's awake ma'am!" The giant of a woman grinned, at least I think it was a grin on that scarred face of hers. "Tough little bastard. What's your name little one?" My brain swam for a moment as I tried to sit up but was forced back down gently. Everything hurt but I was naked save for bandages. I muttered out in what broken common I knew "Kit." as I went back to my back. Halgra laughed as she looked over me. "Well Kit you're one lucky bastard. Seemed the caravan drug you in here thinking a child had just slain an orc and was beaten to a pulp in a dash at a Giant. Luckily we've seen all types here. You aren't a kid so I'll give ya that respect. What you did was either brave or stupid. I reserve judgement on that. Where are you from?" I didn't bother to lean up. It hurt too much. "Kit is Sklar-Quah. Sun clan of the Storval Plateau." She seemed a bit perplexed by this for a moment. "Huh, didn't know the Shoanti were taking in halflings but what the hell. Who am I to judge. Look the point is I think you might be a brave little bastard. I wanted to offer you a place to stay. The caravan said you had been following them for days. They didn't know where you came from. If you can find yourself some work. I'd be willing to back you and get you set up here. If you're Shoanti you can surely hunt and I'll be damned if we can't use more food around here. You got a day or two more healing up. You just let the little cleric here know they'll fetch me." I caught most of what she said but decided not to respond. I needed time with the spirits. Some may have called it fever dreams but I'll be damned if the spirits told me to stay put. They didn't point anywhere it was... odd. I told the cleric girl to get Halgra and she came soon after. "Well have we made a decision?" Halgra called out in a knowing tone. I was in the process of putting my armor on when she barged in but it didnt phase me. "Yes, Kit will stay here. The spirits will it." Halgra grinned that maybe grin again and said, "Alright let's get you set up, Hunter Kit." She gave me the rundown of how things worked here. How noone was to be a burden on others. It was refreshingly Shoanti in ideal. I can get used to this place. The spirits may have funny ideas again but we will see.
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