A former bandit/mercenary who might have found his last and best band, one that he might even call friends.
Tabal has clearly been around. One can easily tell by his scarred face, muscled frame, and aggressive demeanor that he hasn’t enjoyed the gentle life. Close-cropped blonde hair tops a square-jawed face made of weather-beaten, tan skin. He carries several weapons, likely a learned habit from past encounters; a worn greatsword dominates his back.
Tabal Beliac (CN human fighter 4)
Age 22 Height 6’ 1" Weight 210 lbs.
Init + 6; Senses Perception +1
AC 18 touch 12 flat-footed 16 [+6 armor, +2 dex] [opt. shield + 2]
hp 55 (4d10 +16)
Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +2
Speed 30 ft.
Melee MW Greatsword +10 (2d6+6/19-20), or MW Cold Iron Longsword +9 (1d8+4/18-20), or MW cold iron sickle +9 (1d6+4/trip)
Ranged Shortbow +6 (1d6), or Composite Longbow (+2 str) +6 (1d8+2)
Special Maneuvers Power Attack, Combat Expertise, Dirty Trick
Str 19, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 12, Cha 10
Base Atk +4; CMB +8; CMD 20
Feats WF: Greatsword, Power Attack, Combat Expertise, Improved Initiative, Toughness, Improved Dirty Trick,
Skills Climb +7, Craft Armor +6, Intimidate +8, Kn: Dungeoneering +8, Kn: Engineering +6, Sense Motive +2, Ride +5, Survival +5, Swim +3
Traits Brigand, Dirty Fighter (+1 damage when flanking)
Special Tough as Iron
Gear breastplate, heavy wooden shield, mw greatsword, mw cold iron longsword, scimitar, shortbow, composite longbow (+2), dagger, MW cold iron sickle
Megil Salka I used to think of Salka as a weak fairyman. Nice enough to share in some ale, but useless on the battlefield. Lately, it seems like he’s dropped whatever prancing nonsense he was so enamored with, mostly. I’m sure someone out there is still laughing at what he “taught” some young warrior.
Oligo Tychi Another man out to get away from the law and its like for keeping men of a certain bent behind bars. He’s good in the woods, just like Tarquin. He’s a master with a bow, mostly a quiet man, but a blessing in tight spots.
Tarquin Ludgate I saved his badger once. The man’s saved my life a few times now. I owe him plenty. Normally I mistrust magic, but this one’s fine by me. We get along just fine because we both know the rules of this life, they’re aren’t any. We’re all just beasts. Few of us just happen to be handsomer than the rest.
Jynx I’m startin’ to think Tarquin’s little monster is the real master. I’ve seen it rip more than one man’s throat out, and maim more others than a man can presently count. Not sure if it’s druid magic or what, but I’m glad I made friends with those two rather than the other way ’round.
Vistos Stone Little man’s got a pair of solid brass I’d imagine. Don’t know much about gnomes, maybe he actually does. What he lacks in body, he more than makes up for with his gnomish magic, and more bravado than the rest of us together. Maybe he’s just makin’ up for being scared. Either way, the little bastard is always good for a laugh after a fight.
Tabal’s earliest memories are of life in a rundown orphanage on the southern edge of Restov. He grew up quickly in his ofttimes brutal and ungoverned world. The orphanage taught him almost nothing save for the fact that strength is key to making one’s way in the world. Leaving that place behind at 13, Tabal made his way in gang after gang, and then into mercenary groups, all the while living for nothing more than himself and his own pleasure.
Over the last several years, he’s seen little to change his view of the world. But he does enjoy the brief pleasure of company from time to time, for as long as his temporary companions last.
One day whilst lucklessly deer hunting with his greatsword, Tabal encountered a second group of drunkards harassing an odd badger. Using his powers of reason, he attempted to dissuade the men from wasting their time with cute badgers. They failed to listen to his wisdom. After several minutes of this erudite argumentation, a bearded druish man appeared out of the woods. After explaining the situation and his unusual relationship with the badger, he and Tabal realized they were in the right. The drunks still pressed their right to badger stew. Tabal and his new friend Targuin the druid, soundly bested the mean badger-badgerers, and took the time to realized neither of them had any fondness for law or its requirements of men. He and Tarquin have had several adventures together since then.
Recently… Tabal’s recent adventures with Targuin and the others has been remarkably enjoyable. There looks to be plenty of bounty for the taking in these parts. All he needs do is not get killed. He thinks Cressel will provide a decent skirmish, maybe even gift him a few new scars. All the dead bandits he and his companions have left behind reminds him of his youth, running around the woods stealing, robbing, and if necessary running away from giant men with bigger swords and better skills. “Those were the days”, he chuckles.
More recently… Tabal’s recent encounters with near-death are reminding him of his youth, back in the old days when he was always a hair’s breadth away from being caught and hanged, or killed outright by any number of men. He realizes it’s been a while since he’s been so close to death so often. He feels fear again for the first time in ages, and it’s…exciting.
Most recently… I’m dreaming…..I think. Or maybe I’m dead. I hope I took that bitch Cressel down before her little coward stabbed me into the dark I’m in right now. I heard voices, screams, and the clash of steel. Maybe they’ll save me. Maybe I’ll go to finally meet all the others gone before me. It’s dark here…