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SALTUK CR 1/2
Male Hobgoblin Samurai (Sword Saint) 1
LN Medium Humanoid (Goblinoid)
Init +5; Senses Darkvision (60 feet); Perception +7
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DEFENSE
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AC 18, touch 15, flat-footed 13. . (+3 armor, +5 Dex)
hp 19 (1d10+9)
Fort +8, Ref +6, Will +5
Defensive Abilities Resolve (1/day)
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OFFENSE
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Spd 30 ft.
Melee Katana +7 (1d8+9/18-20/x2) and
. . Lucerne Hammer +7 (1d12+9/20/x2) and
. . Unarmed Strike +7 (1d3+6/20/x2) and
. . Wakizashi +7 (1d6+6/18-20/x2) and
. . Wushu dart +7 (1d3+6/20/x2)
Ranged Shortbow +6 (1d6/20/x3)
Special Attacks Dragon's Challenge +1/+1 (1/day), Iajutsu Strike +1d6/-4 AC (Full-round)
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STATISTICS
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Str 22, Dex 20, Con 22, Int 17, Wis 17, Cha 14
Base Atk +1; CMB +7; CMD 22
Feats Iron Will, Toughness +3
Traits Deft Dodger, Iron Liver
Skills Acrobatics +4, Climb +9, Craft (Calligraphy) +5, Diplomacy +6, Escape Artist +4, Fly +4, Perception +7, Ride +8, Sense Motive +7, Stealth +12, Survival +7, Swim +5 Modifiers Dragon's Skills
Languages Celestial, Common, Draconic, Goblin, Infernal
SQ Weapon Cord
Combat Gear Katana, Lucerne Hammer, Shortbow, Studded Leather, Wakizashi, Wushu dart (5); Other Gear Backpack (3 @ 6 lbs), Flint and steel, Pouch, belt (2 @ 1 lbs), Rope, silk (50 ft.), Sack (empty), Sack (empty), Waterskin, Weapon Cord, Whetstone
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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Dragon's Challenge +1/+1 (1/day) (Ex) +1 to damage target, -2 AC vs. others when used, allies gain +1 to hit the target of your challenge.
Dragon's Skills +1 (Ex) +1 to Survival checks for allies.
Iajutsu Strike +1d6/-4 AC (Full-round) (Ex) Draw sword as strike challenged foe for extra dam, but take AC penalty for 1 rd. You can use this once per foe, each day.
Resolve (1/day) (Ex) Starting at 1st level, the samurai gains resolve that he can call upon to endure even the most devastating wounds and aff lictions. He can use this ability once per day at 1st level, plus one additional time per day for every two samurai levels beyon
Weapon Cord Attached weapon can be recovered as a swift action.

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He awoke with a start, and his instincts and training took over. First he tried to roll to the left, then to the right with explosion, and suddenness. Nothing he couldn’t move beyond a slight budging against the bonds that held him. His next instinct was to stop for a moment, and gather facts about his situation.
It was dark in the room. He lay on a cold slab, with metal bands securing his arms, legs, head, and midsection. The smell of old blood, and excrement filled the room. He was in pain…not the severe pain of major injury, but more the combination of deep bruising, and many small cuts. After testing his bonds he realized he would not be able to use his immense strength, and agility to break these bonds…he needed to think.
He remembered the combat. Garan and he were the last. He was the stronger, but Garan seemed to feel no pain. It was for all intents and purposes a draw. Then his opportunity presented itself. As Garan backpedaled from yet another vicious strike, Garan retreated, and slipped in a small pool of blood. I wasted no time spring to the offensive, and knocking the tough hobgoblin to the ground. Then the glory of victory…Kneeling with his knee on his foe’s neck ready to end his life, he looked up at his masters. They nodded for him to finish the combat. He looked down in Garan’s eyes, and the memories flooded in.
There were 12 of them to begin with. Their life consisted of constant exercises, and training to make them as physically competent as they could be…then the endless drilling of the use of their weapons. As they aged their number decreased. First Komsata fell his death on an icy mountain crossing. Then Fedralon from the bite of the scorpion snake during a night desert mission. Eight made it through until the educational part of their training began. Both Hrdath, and Lyltth were “sent away” for not picking up on their lessons quickly enough. They were down to six…pitted against each other…until only Garan and he were left. Garan who was both his biggest challenge, and the closest thing he’d ever had to a friend.
He looked down at his foe’s face one more time, and saw the resignation in his eyes. He then raised his knee, and with a mighty blow knocked him into oblivion. “Kill him as commanded”, came the voice from the darkened alcove where his masters watched the contest.
“No”! “It is not smart”. “He is a great warrior, and can help the cause”. “He is an asset”. Suddenly a growl from above and they swarmed him. He killed nine with his bare hands before they subdued him. As they carried him away he regained consciousness long enough to overhear the final words.
“Garan is our champion”. “he follows orders as he should”. “What is your answer Garan”.
“Death”. “I call for his death”.
“Yes”. “Your wish shall be granted”. “We will bind him away until you are ready to sacrifice him to our god”.
With renewed effort, he strained at his bonds. Then a door opened, and someone entered. It was time to die…but he would not go down easy. Then a movement at his side…not what he expected. It was Lorth’al’Krann, his dark elf sword trainer. A slave, he had been forced by the masters to perform training for the candidates.
“You have shown that you have intelligence as well as potential”. “My life is without worth, so I freely exchange it for yours”. The drow then loosened his bonds and helped him to his feet. “Here take this potion, it will help heal your wounds. “This one will conceal you from your pursuers eyes for a brief period of time”. “You must take the third door on the left down this corridor, and follow it to the surface”. “You will meet resistance before the invisibility wears off, so here”. “Honor these weapons”. “They deserve to be wielded by someone with honor”.
I ran off to a new life. And life found me hear. With allies I trusted, and a commander who made wise, if harsh decisions. Usually.