| Full Name |
Torak |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
Barbarian/1 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium (6'4" 245#) |
| Age |
19 |
| Special Abilities |
Rage |
| Alignment |
CG |
| Location |
Graidmere Swamp, Ustalav |
| Languages |
Kellid, Common |
| Occupation |
Hunter |
| Strength |
18 |
| Dexterity |
14 |
| Constitution |
16 |
| Intelligence |
8 |
| Wisdom |
12 |
| Charisma |
10 |
About Torak
Torak
Male CG Human Barbarian, Level 1, Init +8, HP 14/14, Speed 40
AC 16, Touch 12, Flat-footed 14, Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +1, Base Attack Bonus 1
Greatsword +5 (2d6, 19/20 x2)
Shortbow +3 (1d6, x3)
Hide Armor (+4 Armor, +2 Dex)
Abilities Str 18, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 8, Wis 12, Cha 10
Skills Knowledge (Nature)+3, Perception+5, Survival+5, Swim+8
Feats Power Attack, Improved Initiative
Background : Torak is one of the swampfolk that live in the Graidmere near Carcau. His people know the area well, and know to avoid the strange monoliths and stones in the deeper regions of the swamp. They're usually the ones to issue strange warnings to any foolish outsiders daring to venture further into the green deeps. The Professor was one such foolish outsider. He hadn't even made it to one of the strange monoliths he'd asked about before a hungry marsh crocodile had cornered him in a tree. Torak was hunting nearby and managed to drive off the beast, enabling the Professor to escape. He thanked the young hunter and asked him to lead him to one of the monoliths deep in the swamp. Torak refused, but did share stories with the Professor just why this was a foolish endeavor. The stones were markers that kept ancient evils in check (barely) from unleashing horrors upon mankind. The professor would return occasionally to the area, and as Torak was outgoing (for a swampfolk) he befriended the strange outlander. On his last foray to the trading post, he received a letter informing him of the professor's death.
Campaign Trait:Chance Savior
Other Trait:Enemy of the Dead
