Rabo Handblower

A visibly dirty halfling tries for nought to wipe the dirt off his hands, his clothing is similarly encrusted in mud and dust. Green eyes peer back at you from a dirty face, beneath a disheveled mop of brown hair.

Description:

Let’s Get Physical, Physical

3’7" 64 lbs, Sterk Halfling
Worships Beryl Ironfoot
Homeland, Bracken, Lamp County
30 Years of age

Ability Scores

Strength 14
Dexterity 12
Constitution 12
Intelligence 7
Wisdom 10
Charisma 13

Move Base 6
Move 5

HP Max 10
Curr 10

HP Rolls

  1. 10

XP 0

Fighter (Tunnelrat)

Splint Mail
3/2/1

Combat

Weapon Attacks ToHit/ToDamage THAC0 Damage M Damage L Range Weight Size Type Speed Knockdown
Shortsword 3/2 1/2 19 1d6 1d8 - 3 S P 3 1d6
Darts 3/1 1/0 20 1d3 1d2 2/4/6 S P 2 1d4
Warhammer 1 0/0 20 1d4+1 1d4 - 6 M B 4 1d8

Ability Score Consequences

Hit
Probability
0 Damage
Adjustment
0 Weight
Allowed
55 Max
Press
170 Open
Doors
8 Bend Bars
Lift Gates
7%
Reaction
Adjustment
0 Missile Attack
Adjustment
0 Defenese
Adjustment
0
Hit Point
Adjustment
0 System
Shock
80% Resurrection
Survival Chance
85% Poison
Save
0 Regeneration Nil
Number of
Languages
1 Spell
Level
- Learn Spell
Chance
0% Spells per
Level
- Spell
Immunity
-
Magic Defense
Adjustment
0 Bonus
Spells
0 Spell Fail
Chance
15% Spell
Immunity
-
Max Number
Henchmen
5 Loyalty
Base
0 Reaction
Adjustment
1 (continued)

Saves

Paralyzation, Poison, or Death Magic Rod, Staff or Wand Petrification or Polymorph Breath Weapon Spell
14 16 15 17 17

Weapon Proficiency

Short Sword
Short Sword Spec.
Darts
Warhammer

(-2 untrained)

Non-Weapon Proficiency

Mountaineering
Rope Use (Dex) 0
Blindfighting
Redic
Read Redic
Low Varan
Haktish

Skills

Able to determine a tunnel grade

Gear

Item Weight Location
Shortsword 3 Hip
Warhammer 6 Hip
Dart (16) 8
Silk Rope 50’ 8 Backpack
Backpack 2
Pitonx 18 8 Various Pouches
Winter Blanket 1.5 Backpack
Splint mail 40 Worn
Rations 2 Weeks Backpack
Torches 2 Backpack
Flint and Steel Backpack
Halfling Shovel 3 Backpack
Belt Pouch
Dart Quiver
Dart Pack
Hammer Chain (light 1’) 1
Short Sword Scabbard
Riding Boots
Belt
Clothing 5 Worn
Total 84.5

Coins

5 sp
8 cp

Bio:

Depending on your opinion, or point of view, Rabo’s parents were awful or quaint. Suppy and Pirren were set on the name Roba, and when their first son was born gave him that name, but they were blessed with twins, Rabo came into the world not a minute after his older brother. Hence, awful or quaint, Rabo and Roba… Naming children like that should be a sin. In any case the two were nearly identical and only they themselves knew which one was which.

Seasons changed, more joined their family, Frennah, Garabella, Surly, and while the family was jovial and friendly, the eldest two brothers had a bond they shared with no other, where one went the other followed, playing, learning, laughing, leading a simple life the family got by for many seasons.

The two matured together, snickering behind backs, trading secrets and dreams, gossiping about whether Windry was cuter than Lyllyn or vice versa (Rabo always though it was a moot argument, Pemellia had more grace charm and beauty than both those cows combined). Roba suitably earned the reputation of being the more mischievous of the two, daring Rabo into silly acts, although half the town claimed it was Rabo who was the worse influence on Roba but no matter who you talked to the two were a known pair, only apart when making eyes at this girl or that girl.

Then one day Rabo and Roba were working the mine for a little extra coin, a merry gang the lot of them were, lead by Svembli the gaggle of halflings forayed into the mountain. They toiled long and hard, but still they would jest and laugh heartily, scraping what little iron they could out of the maze of tunnels.

While they toiled they were set upon by vicious goblins, and a few halflings were caught in the initial surge, in the chaos they ran, the muscles remembered many previous strides as Rabo and Roba would chase each other about the hillside, a few halflings turned their crude tools to the tunnel walls in an effort to collapse the tunnel on both parties.

They ran, Roba tripped, the tunnel fell. The fate of everyone else but Rabo is known only to the gods.

Thus a whole entered and a half returned, Suppy didn’t understand, she begged, pleaded, screamed and cried. Pirren met Rabo with silence and a gift, old mail, worn once by Bobon Handblower long ago, many in the town didn’t believe Rabo’s recount of the event. So he packed up what he could and set out to Hilling, where he’ll lash out at the enemies of his people.

Rabo Handblower

Abridged History of the 10th Age suppertime