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Male Goblin BARBARIAN(True Primitive) 1
CN Small monsterous-humanoid
Init +3; Senses Darkvision 60ft; Perception +4;
Defense:
AC 18, touch 13, flat-footed 14(+4 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Size);
hp 16 (1d12+3)
Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +0;

Speed: 30 ft. 20ft with armor.
Melee: Greataxe +5 (1d10+4) X3, Greataxe with Power Attack +4 (1d10+7) X3;
Ranged: I don't know. Rocks maybe...
Statistics:
Str 15, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 8, Wis 10, Cha 8; (13+2+7-2=20)
Base Atk +1; CMB +3; CMD 16;
Traits: Dog-Sniff Hate, Killer
Feats: Power Attack
Skills: Perception +4, Survival +4, Climb +7, Stealth +11;
Languages: Goblin
Special Abilities: RAGE(8 per day), Favored Terrain +1(Forest);
Equipment: Combat Gear plus 2 days of Trail Rations,2 jars of Pickles, Backpack, Tossglove, Fire Carrier, Dead Squirrel, Belt pouch(Full of ground glass), Belt Pouch(Full of "Shinies");
Combat Gear: Hide Armor, Greataxe, Dagger, 1 Bag Vicious Caltrops;
GP: 20gp 8sp

Raorloud was if anything a great goblin child. He was raised in the Break bag tribe, a tribe obsessed with broken glass, that lives southwest of Magnimar. Like any good parents his kept him in the communal baby cages until he was of age. When he was only two he killed one of his brothers and with his bare hands no less. The entire village thought he was making good progress. When he finally came of age he was funneled into the warriors like most other goblins. Although, this was a job he took to with great glee, he never much seemed to like fighting "longshanks". Much to his tribe's dismay he seemed to almost enjoy being around them. If the tribe ever took a prisoner he would spend a lot of time around them. Even at times offering dead squirrels, a delicacy in goblin society, to them. This unhealthy interest in longshanks lead to many long "scouting" missions, far away from the village. It was on one of these that he saw goblins of an opposing tribe sneaking into Sandpoint. Needless to say, he followed and plunged into the beginning of the greatest story of his life.