Initiative +5; Perception +1
AC 17, Touch 16, Flat-Footed 11
Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +1
Speed 50 ft.
Bite +7 1d4+1
Claw +7 1d3+1
Str 12 Dex 21 Con 13, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6
Base +1; CMB +2; CMD 17
Acrobatics 0+5=5, Climb 1+4=5 Escape Artist 0+5=3, Intimidate 0-2=-2, Perception 0+1=1, Stealth 0+9=9 , Survival 1+4=5, Swim 0+1=1
Attack, Defend, Down, Seek, Stay, Track
Low-light vision, rake, scent
Improved Damage Bite, Improved Damage Claw, Improved Natural Armor
Sitting by the small fire, Schub was in silent thought. Had it been only 2 months ago that he woke up, alone, in a small cavern. He didn’t know what happened or how he got there. He was lying in a pile of bodies, tossed aside for the carrion crawlers or other vermin to feast upon or better yet to dispose of. Pushing aside the bodies of goblins and orcs, he freed himself just enough to squeeze out of the pile and roll to the cavern floor. Immediately he regretted his action as a large cut over his face and neck opened up and blood started to flow again.
Sensing his vigilance waning, Schub listened for a couple of minutes, he heard nothing besides the gentle snoring of the leopard sleeping at his feet. His earliest recollection, everything before that moment was a blur. It was luck not skill that saved his ass more than once the days following his awakening. His near encounter with the troglodyte patrol, the timely rothe that wandered near his hiding place.
He decided to leave the Underdark and try his luck above ground. Above ground, where he had found his only true friend. Also starving and alone he had found, no wrong, they had found each other at the right time. Both stalking the same prey. Schub had the deer on the run, right into the waiting arms of the young leopard. With a well-timed leap the leopard jumped on the deer and pulled it down, biting down on his neck. Schub came face to face with the hungry deadly killer. Locking eyes, he felt a connection with the beautiful animal. Not wanting any more problems Schub returned to camp where he, after building a big fire, fell in a restless sleep. When he woke up the next morning he not only found the leopard from yesterday sitting only 3 meters away but also the leftover carcass for yesterday’s kill. A friendship was born.
Stop thinking of the past Schub said to himself. He needed to get the skins he had collected the last 2 weeks to the trader for some much needed cash. The cash he needed to get from hunting for animal furs to bigger and better things. It was time for some more challenging and rewarding endeavors. It was time to see more of the world. It was time for the future, may it bring peace to his restless thoughts.
How is Spot doing? Schub thought. He was sitting in a small cell by himself. He was arrested 3 days ago while he was trying to sneak into the city. He had heard about Liberty’s Edge, an organization opposed to slavery. His oldest memory suggested he was a slave himself, probably to some minor drow house. He started laughing out loud, in his effort to find Liberty’s Edge, he had become a slave again, losing his freedom. A knock at the door, a voice yelled out Kobold scum, stand up and face the wall, hands behind your back. Minutes later he was standing before an imposing person sitting on a throne holding some kind of parchment in his hand. Looking around he saw more unique looking individuals like himself. The man stood up, raised his hand and started to speak………
Scale and skin, pure white like the color of just fallen snow. Small horns atop his head with a thin membrane between them. Bright blue eyes view the world with an animal like cunning. He wears a traveler’s outfit fit for living outdoors, also white, with a sturdy leather armor over it made from the hide of a wolverine.