Logan Stryker

Halfling Skirmisher Ranger lvl 7

Description:
Logan Stryker/Halfling/Ranger Skirmisher/Lvl 8

Deity:Brandobaris
Init. +3

DEFENSE

AC 23, touch 14, flat-footed 19 (armour 8, shield 0, dex 3, size 1, natural 0, deflection 1, misc 0)
H.P 86
Fort +9, Ref +9, Wil +4

OFFENSE

Kill Tally: 23
Death Tally: 0

Speed 20ft.
Space 5ft.; Reach 5ft.
Melee: Holy Two-bladed Sword +1
Masterwork Morningstar
Masterwork Kukri
Blade Boots X 2
Cold Iron Gauntlet
Mithril Gauntlet

Ranged: Mighty Composite Longbow +2

Special Attacks:Vengeance Strike, Bolster Companion

STATISTICS

Gender: Male
Age: 33
Height: 3’1"
Weight: 35 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green

Str 14(16), Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 14
Base Atk: +7/ +2; CMB +9; CMD 21
Feats:Endurance, EWP Two-bladed Sword,Quick Draw,Double Slice Improved Two weapon Fighting, Vital Strike.

Skills:
Acrobatics 13
Appraise
Bluff
Climb 13
Craft
Craft
Craft
Diplomacy
Disable Device* 6
Disguise
Escape Artist
Fly
Handle Animal* 11
Heal
Intimidate
Knowledge (arcana)*
Knowledge (dungeoneering)* 5
Knowledge (engineering)*
Knowledge (geography)* 5
Knowledge (history)*
Knowledge (local)*
Knowledge (nature)* 5
Knowledge (nobility)*
Knowledge (planes)*
Knowledge (religion)*
Linguistics*
Perception 16
Perform
Perform
Profession*
Profession*
Ride 11
Sense Motive
Sleight of Hand*
Spellcraft* 9
Stealth 22
Survival 11
Swim 9
Use Magic Device*

Languages: Common, Halfling, Goblin.

Hero Points:0
Destiny Points:0
Fate Points:0

Special Abilities:

  • Favored Enemy Human +4
  • Track
  • Wild Empathy
  • Two-weapon Fighter
  • Hunters Bond- Animal Companion: Wolf
  • Favored Terrain- Forest
  • Favored Enemy Outsider (Evil) +2
  • Fearless
  • Woodland Stride
  • Favored Terrain- Mountains

Magical Items:
Holy Two-bladed Sword +1
Mithril Breastplate +2
Ring of Protection +1
Ring of Sustenance
Belt of Giant Strength +2
Cloak of Elvenkind
Amulet of Elvenkind
Boots of Elvenkind
Bag of Holding I
Efficient Quiver
Everburning torch

Bio:

Logan Stryker Halfling Ranger (Skirmisher archetype)
I grew up in an orphanage on the outskirts of town. My size made me an easy target for the big folk kids to bully which led to me running away often. Once when I was about 11 while wandering through the forest I heard the sound of battle nearby. I cautiously approached a clearing and witnessed an event that changed my life.
There was a Halfling surrounded by five big folk bandits, three humans, an elf and a half-orc. At first I thought the Halfling was moving with supernatural speed as his blade was able to react with such haste but then I realised it was a two bladed sword and the Halfling was expert in its use as the bandits received numerous wounds while the Halfling remained unharmed. I watched the frenzy of blades for but mere moments but in my mind it went on for eternity, each strike by the bandits parried expertly, each slash of the Halfling finding an opening in his opponents defence until they were so wounded that they broke for the cover of the trees. Whereupon they were beset by a large wolf cutting of their avenue of escape, with a wolf in front and a whirlwind of blades behind them they were cut down in short order. The Halfling figure crouched over the slain foes and rummaged through their pouches and pockets while the wolf stalked the clearing watching for any other attackers, when it paused and seemed to sniff the air then looked in my direction and let out a light growl. I panicked and took off back through the woods towards the orphanage as fast as my legs could carry me, hearing a grizzled old voice say “heel” as the wolf started to follow me.
I didn’t venture out into the woods again for many months, the thought of being attacked by that giant wolf had frightened me more than I would care to admit. One particularly cold and miserable day when it was raining and snowing at the same time, the headmistress summoned me to her office, I hadn’t been particularly bad of late so it was with some apprehension that I entered her office only to find and old Halfling man standing by the fire place warming himself. He starts talking gibberish to me, and that is when the headmistress announces from behind her desk that I have only been taught common.
“That will have to be remedied then won’t it, son” says the elderly Halfling.
The headmistress says “This is Lucien Stryker, a local craftsman, he is thinking of adopting you.”
“Going to ma’am not thinking of it, I am going to adopt this fine young lad.” responds Lucien.
“Very well then gather your things Logan and come back here.” The headmistress responds waving me out the door.
As I walk back to my dormitory to gather my meagre belongings I am filled with excitement and fear. The orphanage was all I had ever known. I gather my belongings into a knapsack and return to the headmistress’s office. Lucien meets me outside the headmistress’s office “It’s cold and wet outside son, put this on” handing me a cloak that somehow seems familiar and putting on one for himself. We walk out the front of the orphanage and head for the woods.
As we walk Lucien tells me he was the Halfling I saw in the woods on that fateful day many moons ago. He had followed my tracks to see who had been spying upon him during his fight and upon seeing me bullied in the grounds was waiting for me to enter the forest again where he could talk to me in private but as I had not ventured out he took it upon himself to seek me through other means, as he felt he needed an heir, someone to pass his knowledge onto so I learnt everything he had to offer on combat, languages, survival and animal training. He passed on though natural causes six months after I reached my maturity, his wolf left to join its pack and I was left to fend for myself. I lived in his cabin in the woods for a few years until one autumn a bear decided to take up residence and no amount of persuading would bring him out. So I got a small room on the outskirts of town and would hunt and sell furs and meat for copper or silver depending on the quality, making a few copper here, a few si lver there doing odd jobs that suited my skills. On such job was to go and slay a wild creature that had been savaging livestock, I tracked the creature back to its lair to find it had already been snared in a trap. It was an amazing white wolf that seemed to be strangely intelligent. It didn’t make a noise as I moved closer and released the trap “you are free to go now” I say to it. It looks at me with those intelligent eyes, I turn and walk away, it follows me and I am unable to dissuade it from doing so. It seems I have a new friend, I call him Lucien in honor of my adoptive father. The landlord isn’t too happy at the sight of the wolf and I am asked to politely leave the residence, so I return to Lucien’s old cabin where I clean out the bears mess and make it habitable again from where I can venture forth and do as I please.

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