AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +2 Dex)
hp 14 (1d12+2)
Fort +3, Ref +2, Will -1
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor)
Melee greatclub +4 (1d10+4) or
. . greatsword +4 (2d6+4/19-20) or
. . lance +4 (1d8+4/×3)
Special Attacks rage (5 rounds/day)
Str 16, Dex 15, Con 13, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 12
Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 16
Feats Desperate Battler[ISWG], Power Attack
Traits axe to grind, giant slayer
Skills Acrobatics +3 (-1 to jump), Climb +4, Intimidate +5, Perception +3, Survival +3
Languages Common
SQ big game hunter
Other Gear chain shirt, greatclub, greatsword, lance, backpack, belt pouch, blanket[APG], flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), pot, soap, torch (10), trail rations (5), waterskin, 6 gp
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Special Abilities
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Axe to Grind +1 trait bonus on damage against foes who are threatened by only you.
Big Game Hunter (Ex) +1 to hit and +1 dodge bonus to AC vs. foes larger than self.
Desperate Battler Gain +1 morale bonus on melee attack and damage when alone
Giant Slayer +1 Bluff, Perception, Sense Motive, attack and damage against giants.
Power Attack -1/+2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage.
Rage (5 rounds/day) (Ex) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged.
Background:
Blood curdling screams echo through the village followed by low guttural laughter and squeals of joy. “Bleed…die…suffer” a disembodied voice repeats in the distance. Blood everywhere and the mangled bodies surround me. “Why didn’t you save me” another disembodied voice says. My blood runs cold as I instantly recognize the voice…my sister…how could I let them take her. “I trusted you son” another voice rings out…father is here to now. “You killed us” another familiar voice says…
Toban starts awake, covered in sweat. His muscles tighten as he instinctively reaches for his sword. It takes him a moment to realize where he is and that it was just a bad dream. The song of birds ring in through the window and he takes a deep steadying breath. “A dream…it was just a dream….well it wasn’t…but it wasn’t happening again” he reassures himself. It had been a decade since his family had been slaughtered giants and his village left in ruins. And from that day on he had dedicated his life to tracking down and exterminating any giants he could find. His body ached from his travels the last few days. “Emma…” he says as he sits up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. He puts his head in his hands and begins to weep.
