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Race: Ratman
Name: Kragon
Stats:
Strength 12
Endurance 12
Agility 12
Intelligence 15
Willpower 5
Luck 8
Primary Class:
Assassin 1 (x16)
Assassin 2 (x10)
Stealth (x12)
Crippling Strike (x8)
Feign Death (x8)
Trade (x6)
Player (x6)
Bleeding (x6)
Secondary Class:
Medic 1 (x11)
Medic 2 (x13)
Racial Traits:
There is strength in numbers!
If a ratman fights on the side with numerical superiority, he receives +35% to damage, accuracy, and evasion.
Biography:
Kragon was born as a rather large rat among his kin. This helped him survive in a pack of similar creatures and even gain some authority. But one day everything changed…
It was quite crowded in the dark basement of an abandoned alchemist's shop, or rather, it was crowded with rats. The Skaven were incredibly pleased with their new shelter. In any case, it was much better than their previous refuge near the city sewers.
Despite the late hour, there was quite a lively atmosphere in the Ratmen camp. Several young rats gathered in the center. They had a heated argument about dividing the loot. However, it’s doubtful that what they found in the city dump could be considered loot.
In another corner, the most cunning and experienced ratmen sat importantly on barrels. They played dice excitedly, constantly shouting something out of excitement.
-So, Kran, now you owe me!
-Ha, don't rush to celebrate your victory, Sheng! Now my dears, we will beat this scoundrel," Kran whispered quietly to himself, shaking the dice in his fist.
And just as he prepared to throw, the door to the basement opened sharply, and a crowd of large, chainmail-clad Skaven burst into the shelter. Unlike the inhabitants of the basement, their fur was a different, dark brown color.
-Now this is our lair, get out of here while you can! – growled the largest of them.
The youngsters immediately began to run away in all directions, but their escape was stopped by shouts and bites from older comrades.
-Get back here, you weaklings! I'll kill anyone who tries to run! We won't retreat without a fight; this is our lair! We were the first to occupy it!" Kragon shouted furiously, kicking one more deserter into formation with a particularly nasty kick.
-You dare defy me... then you will die! Attack!” roared the leader of the brown rats and rushed towards Kragon.
A battle broke out. Unfortunately, although Kragon had an advantage in numbers, the warriors of his clan were inexperienced fighters. There were also problems with equipment. Not every fighter had good weapons, and good armor was considered a luxury in their clan.
Gradually, the strangers began to push back the original inhabitants of the shelter. Kragon realized that he had little chance in this battle. The only chance for salvation was to break through to the exit from the basement. Gathering the most resilient around him, he began to break through to the exit, and he almost succeeded, but at the very exit they were intercepted by a detachment of the leader of the brown ones. Kragon barely remembered the details of the battle; when he clashed with the leader in a one-on-one duel, someone hit him hard on the back of the head.
Waking up, Kragon found himself buried under rat corpses. No living aliens could be seen, but there wasn't a single warrior from his clan either.
"It seems the clan is over… But it doesn’t matter, as long as I am alive. I need to run! If those return... I need to find something to bandage my wounds." With these thoughts, deciding not to tempt fate, Kragon ran towards the exit.
Equipment:
Leather armor, slightly worn, with some holes visible. Short sword/steel claws (at GM's discretion), dagger, first aid kit, some money.
Name: Kragon
Stats:
Strength 12
Endurance 12
Agility 12
Intelligence 15
Willpower 5
Luck 8
Primary Class:
Assassin 1 (x16)
Assassin 2 (x10)
Stealth (x12)
Crippling Strike (x8)
Feign Death (x8)
Trade (x6)
Player (x6)
Bleeding (x6)
Secondary Class:
Medic 1 (x11)
Medic 2 (x13)
Racial Traits:
There is strength in numbers!
If a ratman fights on the side with numerical superiority, he receives +35% to damage, accuracy, and evasion.
Biography:
Kragon was born as a rather large rat among his kin. This helped him survive in a pack of similar creatures and even gain some authority. But one day everything changed…
It was quite crowded in the dark basement of an abandoned alchemist's shop, or rather, it was crowded with rats. The Skaven were incredibly pleased with their new shelter. In any case, it was much better than their previous refuge near the city sewers.
Despite the late hour, there was quite a lively atmosphere in the Ratmen camp. Several young rats gathered in the center. They had a heated argument about dividing the loot. However, it’s doubtful that what they found in the city dump could be considered loot.
In another corner, the most cunning and experienced ratmen sat importantly on barrels. They played dice excitedly, constantly shouting something out of excitement.
-So, Kran, now you owe me!
-Ha, don't rush to celebrate your victory, Sheng! Now my dears, we will beat this scoundrel," Kran whispered quietly to himself, shaking the dice in his fist.
And just as he prepared to throw, the door to the basement opened sharply, and a crowd of large, chainmail-clad Skaven burst into the shelter. Unlike the inhabitants of the basement, their fur was a different, dark brown color.
-Now this is our lair, get out of here while you can! – growled the largest of them.
The youngsters immediately began to run away in all directions, but their escape was stopped by shouts and bites from older comrades.
-Get back here, you weaklings! I'll kill anyone who tries to run! We won't retreat without a fight; this is our lair! We were the first to occupy it!" Kragon shouted furiously, kicking one more deserter into formation with a particularly nasty kick.
-You dare defy me... then you will die! Attack!” roared the leader of the brown rats and rushed towards Kragon.
A battle broke out. Unfortunately, although Kragon had an advantage in numbers, the warriors of his clan were inexperienced fighters. There were also problems with equipment. Not every fighter had good weapons, and good armor was considered a luxury in their clan.
Gradually, the strangers began to push back the original inhabitants of the shelter. Kragon realized that he had little chance in this battle. The only chance for salvation was to break through to the exit from the basement. Gathering the most resilient around him, he began to break through to the exit, and he almost succeeded, but at the very exit they were intercepted by a detachment of the leader of the brown ones. Kragon barely remembered the details of the battle; when he clashed with the leader in a one-on-one duel, someone hit him hard on the back of the head.
Waking up, Kragon found himself buried under rat corpses. No living aliens could be seen, but there wasn't a single warrior from his clan either.
"It seems the clan is over… But it doesn’t matter, as long as I am alive. I need to run! If those return... I need to find something to bandage my wounds." With these thoughts, deciding not to tempt fate, Kragon ran towards the exit.
Equipment:
Leather armor, slightly worn, with some holes visible. Short sword/steel claws (at GM's discretion), dagger, first aid kit, some money.