Orlan Gatewood's page

Artisan: You spent time working under artisans, or your parents were artisans who were particularly skilled at their trade. You gain a +2 trait bonus on a single Craft skill (your choice).

Worldly:You have acquired an unusual breadth of life experience—more than others of your age, race, or culture. Once per day when attempting a skill check for a skill you're untrained in, you can roll twice and take the better result.

Adventuring Skills:
Climb +3 (1 rank, 3 Str, 3 class, -4 ACP)
Swim +3 (1 rank, 3 Str, 3 class, -4 ACP)
Handle Animal +5 (1 rank, 1 Cha, 3 class)
Survival +4 (1 rank, 3 class)

Background Skills
Craft: Carpentry +9 (1 rank, 1 Int, 3 class, 2 trait, 2 gear)
Knowledge: Engineering +5 (1 rank, 1 Int, 3 class)

Power Attack
Combat Expertise
Improved Trip

Skilled
Bonus Feat (Human)
Bonus Feats (Fighter) x1

Combat Gear:Halberd, Scale Mail, Dagger, Shortbow, 20 arrows

Other Gear:
Backpack: Bedroll, Trail Rations x6, Waterskin, Mess Kit, Flint and Steel

Belt Pouch: Coins

MWK Artisan’s Tools (Carpentry), Hooded Lantern, Oil Pts x6, 50’ of Hemp Rope

Wealth:9gp, 2sp

Orlan descends from a long line of woodworkers, but before he inherited the family trade, he wanted to see the world. After spending a childhood apprenticed to his father, when he came of age, Orlan enlisted with the army. Although his service taught him how to handle a weapon, he more cherishes the great many stories he picked up along the way.

After several years of service, Orlan returned home, took up the family trade, and started a family of his own. Now that he was older, though, he noticed aspects of the trade that did not sit well with him - namely the corruption of the guilds and the bloodsucking racketeers.When his father passed away, Orlan inherited the family heirloom tools, but he wanted to do something better, greater with them.

Upon learning of this frontier expedition, Orlan found the opportunity he desired. He would build a new life for his family, and as one of the brave hearts laying down these foundations, Orlan hopes to ensure that it would be a cleaner, brighter future for his wife and daughters.

Orlan’s strong arms almost look too big for his wiry trunk, but his wife always says he cut a dashing figure clad in armor. His hair, the color of tilled soil, is quickly receding, but his oaken eyes remain deep and bright. The lines and creases forming on his face remain soft most of the time, except when Orlan is deeply focused on his craft, whether armed with his tools or his weapon.