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Odver Trask
Human (Chelaxian) slayer 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Class Guide 53)
CG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +2; Senses Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +2 Dex)
hp 13 (1d10+3)
Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +1
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor)
Melee kukri +3 (1d4+5/18-20) or
. . ranseur +3 (2d4+7/×3) or
. . spiked gauntlet +3 (1d4+5)
Ranged shortbow +3 (1d6/×3)
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (10 ft. with ranseur)
Special Attacks studied target +1 (1st, move action)
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Statistics
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Str 16, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 10
Base Atk +1; CMB +3; CMD 16
Feats Phalanx Formation, Power Attack
Traits good folk (any city), missing son or daughter
Skills Acrobatics +3 (-1 to jump), Bluff +0 (+2 with creatures whose attitude is friendly or helpful), Craft (armor) +2, Craft (weapons) +2, Diplomacy +0 (+2 with creatures whose attitude is friendly or helpful), Disable Device +0, Disguise +0 (+2 with creatures whose attitude is friendly or helpful), Intimidate +4 (+6 with creatures whose attitude is friendly or helpful), Knowledge (local) +4, Perception +4, Sense Motive +4, Stealth +3
Languages Common
SQ track +1
Combat Gear oil; Other Gear studded leather, arrows (20), kukri, ranseur, shortbow, spiked gauntlet, backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, chalk (3), charcoal, fishhook, flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), mess kit[UE], parchment (3), pot, sewing needle, thieves' tools, thread (50 ft.), tindertwig, torch (10), trail rations (5), twine (50')[APG], waterskin, 56 gp, 1 sp, 5 cp
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Special Abilities
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Phalanx Formation Allies don't provide soft cover to opponents when wielding a reach weapon.
Power Attack -1/+2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage.
Studied Target +1 (move action, 1 at a time) (Ex) Study foe as a Move action, gain +1 to att/dam & some skills vs. them.
Track +1 Add the listed bonus to Survival checks made to track.
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The large wolfhound looked at the former smith, with concern on Tomas’ eyes. The Chelixian whoom the wolfhound watched dragged a man out of the pesh den, smashing the addict's face with his spiked gauntlet. The kids!? Where are the kids?!?!

Odver looked down in disgust at the man in the alleyway. Dammit Tomas, let's go home... good boy.. and then sauntered down the alleyway toward the ramshackle dwelling where once Odver, Lissa, and young Jamis all lived. But that was a long time ago...

Odver had been looking for Lamm for four years, since his son disappeared from right in front of his smithy. Rumors had filtered to the smith through the city, and the Watch was sympathetic, but couldn’t commit to help another down-on-their luck Korvosan living on the edge of poverty with another missing kid. Jamis was a fun young man, and his father’s world. Tomas knew that, since Jamis had picked him from the litter when he was born, and cared for him every day for a year. But Tomas couldn’t stop the men who took Jamis, and Odver was busy with a client to listen to his son’s dog barking.
Four years Odver had been looking for Gaedran Lamm, searching the city, high and low. For the first month, he’d contented to let the Guard do its work, then one month became two, and then three, and the smith lost his temper. Doing so cost him his smithy, the only other thing he had in his life after the boy’s mother, Lissa, had passed away from one of the many diseases which ravaged the slums of Korvosa.
For four years Odver and Tomas set out each day, learning the city’s mean streets. From the Shingles to the docks, he prowled; sometimes appearing from nowhere to rescue a wealthy patron, or interrupt a mugging. And people were always happy for help, Odver didn’t hide behind a mask like Blackjack did, he was just a man, looking for his kid. He always felt a step behind in locating his child, in finding Jamis. But each day he still went and waited at the local Korvosan Guard’s station nearest him, waiting for word of his missing son. The Sergeant, Raxor, took to meeting him in the alleyway and sharing a pipe with Odver, and would tell Odver of the developments from the night before, but never any information on Jamis, or any clue as to where his son had gone.
Odver wasn’t young any longer, and checking with the guards meant less time prowling the morgues and beerstalls listening for rumors of missing kids in the city – just go right to the source he said, and check with the Watch. Of course, the Watch couldn’t do anything, they suspected, but had no real power in the slums where Lamm hid himself from the law. So each day Odver hunted, Tomas by his side...