Ragog Boomsparker's page

Age :16
Size : 3'2" 28 lbs
Type : Humanoid(Goblinoid)
Ragog is a scrawny goblin, whose green skin blends in quite well with the treetops of the Mwangi jungles. His skin is tattooed with tribal markings, though his manner of dress indicates one who has had some contact with more civilized society. A bandolier crosses his chest, laden with a series of satchels and pouches.

The jungles of the Mwangi Expanse are home to tribes of many races, some more primitive than others. Amongst these are several tribes of goblins. Chief amongst these is the Barkchewer tribe. The Barkchewer tribe is great and mighty, and boasts an almost innumerable population. (According to the estimates made by jungle explorers, somewhere between five and six dozen. Goblins are not particularly apt mathematicians.)

Ragog Boomsparker, born to the tribe, quickly became known for his wit and ruse, and for keeping himself well-fed despite his lacking aptitude for weapons. According to some of his comrades, Ragog bore the blessings of Zogmugot, and stumbled upon luck-giving charms on the beaches of Barkchewer territory with alarming frequency, which he traded for heart meals.

So lucky his charms were that they earned him a free meal whenever he convinced a fellow goblin of their potency.

One day, as he scoured the beach for one of these lucky charms, or perhaps for a delicious crab to crack open and snack on, Ragog found himself faced with a most curious foe: A human wielding a weapon most peculiar. A long metallic tube, bearing no blade, point, or clubbing weight. The human pointed the odd item at Ragog, and it was only the goblin’s remarkable ruse that allowed him to connect the dots in his head. Recognizing a stance and demeanor not unlike that of someone aiming a crossbow, he dove for the cover of a nearby palmtree.

What resulted was, to him, a thing of beauty. The object boomed like thunder and emitted a puff of brimstone, and at once, a notch appeared in the tree’s trunk, narrowly missing him.

I must have it! Ragog thought to himself, snatching a fallen coconut and hoisting it at the man, before shouting for fellow tribesmates.

Alerted by the loud noise, several fellow warriors descended upon the gunslinger, pelting him with stones and fruit, and surrounding him with spears and stone knives. Before long, his carcass was dragged into the jungle, and his belongings divided in the traditional goblin fashion: The chief chose his favorite piece, and everyone else snatched what they could get their grubby little hands on in the middle of the brawl that inevitably broke out.

Ragog himself did not managed to seize the weapon he so desired, but instead found something infinitely better. A bull’s horn, hollowed out, and filled with a strange dark powder. He had paid the powder very little interest at first, until, just out of curiosity, he sprinkled a handful onto an open flame, and was rewarded with a satisfying blast.

He immediately poured the rest onto the flame, nearly setting himself ablaze, and sparking a life-long interest in discovering how to recreate the substance. Clever as he may have been, Ragog was not unlike his kin: Planning ahead was not his forte, and instant gratification had trumped over keeping more than bare traces of the powder to be analyzed later.

Still, almost a year later, Ragog managed to create a suitable analogue of the human’s black powder. His first test proved satisfying. His second test, of a much grander scale, blew his hut to bits and threw him across the village, to the great wonder of his fellow tribesmate.

The tribe’s chieftain, Yorga Knifelicker, felt threatened by this sudden display of power. Ragog, whose ruse and wit had by then earned him a spot as one of her advisors, now represented a serious potential threat to her rule. That very night, she accused him of stealing from the village larder and exiled him from the tribe, casting him out of the Barkchewer territories.

Ragog could probably have found another tribe and impressed them with his black powder and explosions, but he had other ideas.

I will see what other secrets the tallfolk have, and I will take these secrets for my own, like the black powder. Then, with great power, I will return to the territories, and then Yorga will get what’s coming to her!

Thus, Ragog Boomsparker found himself a member of the more dubious part of the Mwangi Expanse’s society, oftentimes dealing with the shadier parts of communities, joining in with bands of thieves willing to take more monstrous folks into their ranks, or jungle expeditions quite willing to take a risk with him, assuming he had good knowledge of the jungle.

Catching word of Dagen Bandrift’s expedition, Ragog was darkly pleased to discover that the man’s charted route cleanly traversed the Barkchewer tribe’s territory. Perhaps he might be able to use this to his advantage. If not, then he’d at least get some loot and treasure out of the deal.

Through this expedition, he could therefore chase three goals: Wealth, power, and explosions, in reverse order of importance.

Str 8; Dex 18; Con 14; Int 16; Wis 10; Cha 8
Racial Traits
• Tree Runner
• Fast Movement
• Darkvision
Feats
• Point Blank Shot
• Precise Shot
Traits
• Firebug
• Clever Wordplay (Bluff)
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Class Features
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• Alchemy
• Bomb(DC 14) 6/day
• Brew Potion
• Mutagen (30 mins, +2 armor, +4 stat, -2 penalty)
• Throw Anything
• Discoveries: Precise Bombs
• Trapfinding (Trap Breaker)
• Swift Alchemy

Ragog's formulae book is a book in name only, composed of various scraps of paper stuffed into a waterproof bag. Each scribbled with nigh-incomprehensible drawings. Ragog could probably pull off a genuine alchemist's formulae book if he tried hard at it, but as each goblin knows, putting words in a book is the best way to lose them.
Level 1:
• Adhesive Spittle
• Cure Light Wounds
• Endure Elements
• Heightened Awareness
• Jump
• Monkey Fish
• True Strke

(4 + 3 int + 2 background = 10)
• Appraise +9
• Acrobatics +10
• Bluff +6
• Climb +6
• Disable Device +11
• Know(Nature) +9
• Lore(Tribes of the Mwangi Jungle) +9
• Perception +7
• Stealth +11

Languages Spoken: Goblin, Common, Draconic, Orc

• Quick Runner's Shirt
• Chain Shirt
• Light Crossbow
• Longspear
• "Scratches" (Goblin Dog)
• Riding Saddle
• Saddlebags
• (Assorted mundane gear to be acquired after selection. 311 gp remains)