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About Oric Sarund

NG Medium Humanoid (Orc, Human)
Init: +5, Senses: Darkvision (60 ft.), Perception: +4
Languages: Abyssal, Common, Draconic, Giant, Goblin, Orc
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DEFENSE
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AC 14, Touch 11, Flat-footed 13, CMD 12
HP 8 (1HD)
Fort: +3, Ref: +3, Will: +0
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OFFENSE
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Speed: 20 ft. (4 Squares)
Melee Mace, Heavy +1 (1d8+1)
Ranged Bomb +2 (1d6+5)
Face: 5 ft. Reach: 5 ft.
Base Atk: +0, CMB: +1
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STATISTICS
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Abilities: Str 12, Dex 13, Con 10, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 14
Feats: Armor Proficiency, Light, Brew Potion, Improved Initiative, Simple Weapon Proficiency, Throw Anything
Skills: Acrobatics -2, Acrobatics (Jump) -6, Appraise +4, Bluff +2, Climb -2, Craft (Alchemy) +8, Craft (Alchemy/Create item) +9, Craft (Armor) +8, Craft (Untrained) +4, Craft (Weapons) +8, Diplomacy +2, Disguise +2, Escape Artist -2, Fly -2, Intimidate +9, Knowledge (Arcana) +8, Knowledge (Nature) +8, Perception +4, Perform (Untrained) +2, Ride -2, Spellcraft +8, Stealth -2,
Possessions: Mace, Heavy, Traveler's Outfit, Studded Leather, Backpack, Alchemist's Kit, Artisan's Tools (Armor), Artisan's Tools (Weaponsmithing), Meals (Good/Per Day), Rope (Hemp/50 ft.), Sack, Flask (Empty), Flint and Steel, Bomb,
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SPECIAL
Extracts (1 + 4 for Int): 2 Disguise Self, 2 True Strike, 1 Cure Light Wounds
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Created using PCGen 5.17.19 on Nov 2, 2012

Oric scratched lump of a left ear. Why did it always itch when he was trying to concentrate. Or whenever he thought about his disfigurements. His past of being so poor, eating whatever scraps he could find, he'd contracted something. And that something had left his face a pockmarked mess and shriveled his left ear. His eyes, blue and intelligent, are hard to get a look at as he constantly is trying to avoid exposing his face.

He hadn't been the nicest kid on the block since then. His intelligence gave him a bit of a complex with the other kids as well. He always felt they were all so...dull. His scathing remarks and elaborate pranks had made him many childhood enemies. He had learned it was easiest to act first, and either incapacitate or get away from whomever he was facing.

"Ouch! Curse these hot flames!" Oric had just burned himself on the burner he was using to make this particular potion. Always a tricky business, crafting potions. The weights and ratios of ingredients were of the utmost importance.

He sighed as he stirred in the last of the diamond powder and set his timer for the potion to cook. He looked over at the half assembled figure in the corner of his workshop. Gears and custom made metal fittings were scattered all over the workbench beside it. He had to figure out how to control the speed of hip gears, so the thing could walk. The problem was, he was out of a few of the magical components he needed. None of them were local to Magnimar, and he really didn't have the coin to outright buy what he needed.

He would have to go on a trip to find what he needed, or at least rumors of where he could find the pieces.