Lizardfolk Stalker

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34 posts. Alias of Hiram138.


Full Name

Matatoa

Race

Arboreal lizard folk

Classes/Levels

Rouge 1/ AC19(T-FF15)/saves-F0-R7-W0/HP8/speed 20-climb20/ Init 4 Skills

Spoiler:
Acro8(4jump)- Climb12-Disable9-Escape10-Know (local)6- Perc4-Sleight8- stealth14- Survival4(find food,water6)-UseMagDev3

Gender

Male

Size

small

Age

10

Special Abilities

Sneak attack 1d6, bite, Climb 20, lowlight vision, Trap finding +1, silent hunter

Alignment

chaotic good

Deity

Gozrah

Location

Sebian

Languages

Draconic, common, Dwarven, Sahaugin

Occupation

Scout

Strength 10
Dexterity 18
Constitution 11
Intelligence 14
Wisdom 10
Charisma 8

About Matatoa

Matatoa
Male pc lizard folk rogue (scout) 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 134)
CG Small humanoid (reptilian)
Init +4; Senses low-light vision; Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 19, touch 15, flat-footed 15 (+2 armor, +4 Dex, +2 natural, +1 size)
hp 8 (1d8)
Fort +0, Ref +7, Will +0
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft., climb 20 ft.
Melee dagger +1 (1d3/19-20) or
. . bite +1 (1d2), 2 claws +1 (1d3)
Ranged shortbow +5 (1d4/×3)
Special Attacks bite, sneak attack +1d6
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 18, Con 11, Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 8
Base Atk +0; CMB -1; CMD 13
Feats Stealthy
Traits child of nature, deft dodger
Skills Acrobatics +8 (+4 to jump), Climb +12, Craft (bows) +4, Disable Device +9, Escape Artist +10, Knowledge (local) +6, Perception +4, Sleight of Hand +8, Stealth +14, Survival +4 (+6 to find food and water), Use Magic Device +3; Racial Modifiers silent hunter
Languages Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Sahaugin
SQ nervous, trapfinding +1
Combat Gear caltrops; Other Gear leather armor, barbed arrow (20), dagger, shortbow, whistling arrow (20), belt pouch, flint and steel, grappling arrow, masterwork backpack, silk rope (50 ft.), thieves' tools, trail rations (5), waterskin, 9 gp, 3 sp, 1 cp
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Special Abilities
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Bite (Ex) Prerequisites: Small or larger size.

Benefit: Members of this race gain a natural bite attack, dealing damage equivalent to that of a creature two size categories lower than normal for their size (Bestiary 302; 1d2 for Small races, 1
Child of Nature (Survival) +2 Survival to find food and water, +1 Knowledge (Nature), and one of these is a class skill.
Climbing (20 feet) You have a Climb speed.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Nervous When you take 10 on a skill or ability check with a penalty besides wasted time, treat it as an 8.
Silent Hunter (Ex) Reduce Steath penalty for moving by -5, can make Stealth checks while running (at -20 - includes reduced penalty).
Sneak Attack +1d6 Attacks deal extra dam if flank foe or if foe is flat-footed.
Trapfinding +1 Gain a bonus to find or disable traps, including magical ones.
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Born into the village of Huna. Among the Great trees. Above where the hungry mouths(sahaugin) roam. I am the bravest. In my village. I walk upon the ground. Drink from the river. Elders of tribe tell of a hero from se. The son of father sea and mother wind. Who slays the hungry mouths. How they helphero. Without being seen. Now hero ask for help against hungry mouths. We hear but he does not know. I volunteered to go and help. But i not like scarred elders. I show him I help. Let him know. That we helped before. Elders not like this. Think we should help only from shadow and trees. I say no. We help in the light. Then if we need help. They will know. That they will owe us help. We compromise. I help in the light. But not tell them about Rakau people.

Matatoa is a nervous and loud(by the standards of his people) male. Constantly glancing about him. But he is not afraid to take a dare. He is prideful. To a fault. Does not take insults easy. He has no problem stealing from non-Rakau. If he needs it. He is kind to those who need help. An wishes to prove himself against the Hungry mouths.

Spoiler:
The elder climbs up to a higher branch. Settles himself down. Looks out to his audience. As he does on every full moon.

"Listen children let and the watchers watch. As you hear our tale. In the beginning. The People were big and strong. We called ourselves the Koka. We were masters of the land and the sweet waters. In this time all was at balance. Our cousins the Mango. Lived in the Salt water. Each stayed to his place. But our cousins grew jealous. The salt water had poisoned there minds. We had seen it among our own kind. When they would drink the salt water. How much worse for those who live in it.

One day the chief of the Mango. Grew hungry. Nothing could satisfy his hunger. He ate the great fish, that come to the surface to breath. He ate the small fish, that hid in the shallow waters. He ate the birds, that swim through the air. The more he ate the bigger his mouth got. The sharper his teeth got. Still he was hungry. Soon all the Mango got the Hunger. Nothing in the salt water could satisfy it. Their hunters started to come into the sweet water. The Koka called upon their cousins. "Cousins why do you take our prey?" The Mango responded. We are hungry. Nothing in the salt water satisfies us. We hunger all the time" The Koka were sadden by this. They brought them Beasts from the land and trees. Fruits and tubers. Hoping that something would cure the hunger. But nothing worked it only made them Hungrier. Then one moonless night. The Hungry mouths came and demanded all we had. The Koka had nothing left to give. Without starving themselves. The elders seeing that the Mango were no more. That all that remained was the Hunger. Quickly sent the young into the trees to hide.

The Hungry mouths grew angry. Demanding all that the Koka had. The Koka chief. Told the Hungry mouths chief. To leave and never to enter the sweet waters or the land again. The Hungry mouths chief. Could not contain his hunger anymore. He bit the hand of the Koka chief off. The Koka were outnumbered and surrounded. The Hungry mouths killed and ate the Koka. Only this satisfied the Hunger. The Hungry mouths being full. For the first time. Went back to the Salt water.

They would come to the land. When the salt water was highest. Looking for any Koka to survive. This happened for many generations beyond counting. We the Rakau. Would hide in trees. When one of our number grew to old to climb. Or grew into a Koka. We would send them to the salt water. To satisfy the Hungry mouths. Soon no more Koka were born. Only the Rakau remained.

Then when my father was a warrior of the Rakau. An I was but a hatchling. A great storm came upon the land. The elders said it was the fury of mother wind and father water. They were angry at the Hungry mouths. The elders heard in the thunder. That they had sent a son. To punish. The Hungry mouths for what they had become. We waited many moons. Never did we see the son. We almost gave up hope. Thinking that the Hungry mouths ate him. But one day a war party of Koka came from another island. They were being lead by a warrior with pink skin. Who wore the skin of a great turtle. We, fearing that so large a group of Koka. Would bring the Hungry mouths. Hid in the trees and shadow. When the Hungry mouths came. The Koka and the pink skin fought. They won, killing all the Hungry mouths. Seeing this we were happy, but still afraid. We decided to help. from the trees and the shadows. When the Hungry mouths tried to sneak up on the son. The next night. We woke them with whistling arrows. When they tried to spy on them we would sting them. With our hunting arrows. Till they bleed to death. When the son and the Koka could not find sweet water or food. We would leave it in their camp at night." Soon the Hungry mouths came no more. They learned to fear the land and the sweet water. But we know they would be back. We hear the pink skins talking. They say that evil unexplained things are happening. We know it is the Hungry mouths. So does the son. He has sent out a call. For the bravest and stongest. To form a new war party. We the Rakau. Hear his call. Thou he does not know it. Our bravest Matatoa. Will sneak aboard one of the pink skins big canoes. Go to the Village of the son. An fight beside him."

Appearance

Spoiler:
Just over 3' tall lean muscular build arms almost as long as legs. Walks slightly stooped. Often grabbing objects in reach as he walks. Using them to pull himself along. Yellow eyes with green/brown skin. Long claws on both hands and feet.

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