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About Sir Tarki of Boghole

Male Goblin Cavalier (Order of the Cockatrice) 3
CE small Humanoid (Goblinoid)
Init +1; Senses Perception +0, Darkvision 60 ft.
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DEFENSE
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AC 21, touch 12, flat-footed 20 (+9 Armor, +1 Dex, +1 Size)
hp 28 (3d10+6)
Fort +5, Ref +8, Will +3
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OFFENSE
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Spd 20 ft.
Melee Greatsword +7 (1d10+4; 19-20/x2), Lance +7 (1d6+4; x3)
Ranged Composite Longbow +5 (1d6+2; x3)
Special Attack Cavalier's charge (+4 to hit on charge when mounted, no AC penalty), Challenge (1/day, +4 weapon dmg against target)
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STATISTICS
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Str 16, Dex 12, Con 14, Int 8, Wis 10, Cha 10
Base Atk +3; CMB +5; CMD 16
Feats Dazzling Display B, Power Attack, Mounted Combat, Scarred Legion B
Traits Goblin Foolhardiness, Steel Skin
Skills Handle animal +6, Intimidate +10, Ride +11, Stealth +4
Languages Goblin
SQ Darkvision 60 ft., mount, tactician, challenge 1/day, braggart, cavalier's charge
Combat Gear Masterwork full-plate armor (1,650 gp), masterwork greatsword (335 gp), masterwork lance (310 gp), , cavalier's kit (animal feed (5 days), backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, bit and bridle, flint and steel, iron pot, mess kit, rope, saddlebags, soap, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), waterskin; 23 gp), masterwork chain barding (350 gp), military saddle (20 gp), composite longbow STR +2 (300 gp), 40 arrows

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Appearance: This arrogant looking goblin is clad in a suit of armor cobbled from what appears to be red cloth scraps and scrap metal plates hammered into shape to crudely resemble a human knight's armor but with a goblin's proportions. He sits in a saddle on the back of a snarling black wolf covered in chainmail scraps.

He carries around a sword of remarkable quality, in fact the blade looks like it was made by humans and only the grip was crudely modified to accommodate goblin hands. A broken piece of lance with a stick attached as a replacement grip and a composite bow refashioned to fit into his small hands as well are attached to the saddle.

Personality: Thinking himself a legitimate knight, Tarki has become incredibly full of himself, and thinks he is above everyone else, although he seems to always conveniently agree with the chief's opinion, whenever orders are given.

He prefers to intimidate (or perhaps confuse?) his foes with his pompous demeanor before he viciously assaults them from the back of his canine steed.

Background: Tarki was no more than one of roughly twenty one siblings (he wouldn't know, considering he has yet to successfully count all the toes on his feet), until one fateful day when he was casually searchin his favorite hole in the local swamp for delicious morsels and a human in full armor rode by on a great terrifying beast, brandishing a lance. Seeing the threat approach Tarki valiantly threw himself into the mire hoping the human would miss him. Sure enough the hideous monstrosity carrying the assailant stomped past him and as Tarki pulled his face out of the mud, to see a worg surrounded by a pack of wolves facing the armored human.

The canine creatures lunged at the man but his lance found its way into and broke of in the worg's neck, dropping the noble creature instantly. The wolves continued their assault but were trampled under the monster's hooves or were felled by the rider's bastard sword. Tarki pulled a handful of mud from the water and tossed it at the knight, completely missing, but getting his attention for just a fraction of a second, the last surviving wolf, a black-furred male took the opportunity to sink his teeth into the monster's leg and pull. The creature slipped in the wet soil and fell, throwing its rider down, who tumbled down face first burying his armored head in the ground and the riding beast slamming down on his back. The wolf tore the monster's throat out. Tarki ran over stomped the helpless man's head further into the mud as he drowned.

When he was sure both the horrific monster and its rider were dead, he looked at the wolf feeding on the monster's carcass and then back at the armored man.

He had heard stories about these humans. They wear fancy armor and are the most important of their people and if another human kills one of them he gets to be one. Or so he's heard. Now that he had slain this one he would be next to be one, and his mighty steed was right there eating its own predecessor at the moment. Tarki began pulling the corpse out of the mud and stripping it of whatever armor pieces and cloth he could, picked up the sword and pulled the broken tip of the lance from the dead worg's neck.

As if it knew that it were meant to become his knightly steed, the wolf followed Tarki back to the goblin camp and fortunately so, since having a black wolf snarling behind him seemed to help... convince the camp's tinkerer to refashion the weapon and armor pieces to fit him and in fact do a remarkably good job of it. But then Tarki had always had a knack for making himself look more dangerous than he actually was. Tarki had the tinker fashion barding for the wolf from chainmail scraps as well.

With his weapons and armor ready Tarki was ready to assume his title as Sir Tarki of Boghole and take on his duty as knight.