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HP 25/25, AC 13, T 11, FF 12; F+4, R+1, W+1; CMD 16 |
About Mort the Baker
Mort the Baker
NG Human Male Barbarian 1
Init +1; Senses Perception +5
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DEFENSE
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AC 13, touch 11, flat-footed 12 (+2 armor, +1 dex)
hp 25 (2d12+4+2FC)
Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +1
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OFFENSE
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Spd 40'
Melee greatclub +6 (1d10+6)
Ranged javelin +3 (1d6+4)
Space 5'; Reach 5'
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STATISTICS
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Str 18, Dex 12, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 9
BAB +2; CMB +6; CMD 17
Feats (2) catch off-guard, extra rage
Skills (6 skill) Climb +9, Craft (baking) +6, Knowledge (history) +6, Knowledge (planes) +7, Perception +6, Swim +9
Special Abilities: RAGE (+4 to Str and Con, 14 rounds/day), fast movement, uncanny dodge, rage power (smasher)
Traits: stargazer scholar of the great beyond
Languages: Common, Hallit, Dwarven
Possessions (x gp) greatclub (5 gp, actually giant rolling pin), 3 javelins (3 gp), leather armor (10 gp), barbarian's kit (9 gp), 50' silk rope (10 gp), 68 gp, masterwork throwing axe
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Stat Math:
Str 18 (10 points +2 racial)
Dex 12 (2 points)
Con 14 (5 points)
Int 12 (2 points)
Wis 12 (2 points)
Cha 9 (-1 points)
Mort was always a big kid. Teased for his size, for the fact that his hands were often stained with soot from scrubbing his father's ovens and for the fact that he was quiet, and therefore, stupid, he's always had a core of anger in him. But as he's grown, so as that anger. And it wasn't until he blacked out and came to in the middle of a smashed kitchen amid broken crockery and wasted flour that he realized that he needed to get away.
Mort's quiet, but that quiet hides a bookish nature. He's always loved tales of far off realms and that love has given him a core of knowledge about planar affairs and historical drama. He speaks Dwarven, mainly because his best friend was a dwarven lad who taught him to curse fluently.
Stat-wise, he's all-around above average in everything except Charisma. He just doesn't understand how to relate to others, and that lack fuels his rage.
