Lumak Strongoak

Sneaky Bastard Rogue

Description:

Lumak Strongoak

Gender and Race: Male Halfling
Size: Small
Height and Weight: 3’1", 37 lbs.
Age: 20
Alignment: Neutral
Class: Rogue 3
Skin Colour: Tanned
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair: Short, Hazel
Deity: Calistria
Traits: River Rat; Buccaneer’s Blood
Infamy: 1
Experience Points: 5360

Attributes
STR: 16 (+3) [18 Base] (-2 Halfling Penalty)
DEX: 17 (+3) [15 Base] (+2 Halfling Bonus)
CON: 17 (+3) [17 Base]
INT: 14 (+2) [14 Base]
WIS: 13 (+1) [13 Base]
CHA: 15 (+2) [13 Base] (+2 Halfling Bonus)

Miscellaneous Statistics
Hit Points: 26 [3 HD] [17 (Rogue 3) + 9 (3 HD x 3 Con)]
Armour Class: 16 [Base 10, 2 Leather Armour, 3 Dex, 1 Size] (+1 vs. traps)
Touch: 14 [Base 10, 3 Dex, 1 Size]
Flat: 13 [Base 10, 2 Leather Armour, 1 Size]
Armour Class Penalty: 0 [0 Leather Armour]
Initiative: +3 [3 Dex]
Base Attack Bonus: +2 [2 Rogue 3]
Combat Maneuver Bonus: +4 [2 BAB, 3 Str, -1 Size]
Combat Maneuver Defense: +17 [Base 10, 2 BAB, 3 Str, 3 Dex, -1 Size]
Grapple: +5 [2 BAB, 3 Str]
Speed (Land): 20 ft [Base 20]

Saves
Fortitude: +5 [3 Con, 1 Rogue 3, 1 Halfling Luck]
Reflex: +7 [3 Dex, 3 Rogue 3, 1 Halfling Luck] (+1 vs. traps)
Will: +5 [1 Wis, 1 Rogue 3, 1 Halfling Luck, 2 Iron Will] (+7 vs. fear)

Melee Attacks
Sap, +6, 1d4+3 x2 [Blundgeoning]
[3 Str, 2 BAB, 1 Size]
Dagger, +7, 1d3+4 (19-20/x2), [Piercing or slashing] (River Rat trait: +1 damage with daggers)
[3 Str, 2 BAB, 1 Size, 1 Weapon Training]
TWF’ing with Daggers, +5/+5, 1d3+4/1d3+3 (19-20/x2), [Piercing or slashing] (River Rat trait: +1 damage with daggers)
[3 Str, 2 BAB, 1 Size, 1 Weapon Training]

Ranged Attacks
Shortbow, +6, 1d4 x3, Ranged 60 ft [Piercing]
[3 Dex, 2 BAB, 1 Size]
Dagger, +7, 1d3+4 (19-20/x2), Ranged 10 ft, [Piercing or slashing] (River Rat trait: +1 damage with daggers)
[3 Dex, 2 BAB, 1 Size, 1 Weapon Training]

Feats
Bonus Feats: Iron Will; Extra Rogue Talent: Combat Trick: Two-Weapon Fighting [2 Rogue 3]
Rogue Abilities: Rogue Class Feats; Sneak Attack +2d6; Trapfinding; Evasion; Rogue Talent (Weapon Training – Dagger); Trap Sense +1
Racial Abilities: Halfling Racial Traits; Favoured Class: Rogue (+1 skill)

Skills (* indicates Armour Check Penalty applies)
Total Skills Points: 33 [24 Rogue 3, 6 Int, 3 Favoured Class]
Languages: Common; Halfling; Elven; Polygot [2 Racial]

Acrobatics*: +11 [3 Dex, 3 Rank, 3 Class Skill, 2 Sure-footed]
Bluff: +8 [2 Cha, 3 Rank, 3 Class Skill]
Climb*: +11 [3 Str, 2 Rank, 3 Class Skill, 2 Sure-footed]
Diplomacy: +8 [2 Cha, 3 Rank, 3 class Skill]
Disable Device*: +10 [3 Dex, 3 Rank, 3 Class Skill, 1 Trapfinding bonus]
Escape Artist*: +9 [3 Dex, 3 Rank, 3 Class Skill]
Intimidate: +3 [2 Cha, 1 Buccanner’s Blood trait]
Perception: +9 [1 Wis, 3 Rank, 3 Class Skill, 2 Keen Senses] (+1 vs. Traps)
Profession (sailor): +8 [1 Wis, 3 Rank, 3 Class Skill, 1 Buccaneer’s Blood]
Sleight of Hand*: +9 [3 Dex, 3 Rank, 3 Class Skill] (+2 vs. concealing daggers)
Stealth*: +13 [3 Dex, 3 Rank, 3 Class Skill, 4 Size]
Swim*: +10 [3 Str, 3 Rank, 3 Class Skill, 1 River Rat trait]

Starting Equipment Worn and Carried

Studded Leather (10 lbs) {Worn} [25 gp]
Traveller’s Outfit (1.25 lbs) {Worn} [1 gp]
Shortbow (1 lbs) {Left Shoulder Strap} [30 gp]
Quiver – Arrows x20 (1.5 lbs) {Right Shoulder Strap} [1 gp]
Spring Loaded Wrist Steath inc. Dagger (0.75) {Left Wrist} [7 gp]
Spring Loaded Wrist Steath inc. Dagger (0.75) {Right Wrist} [7 gp]
Dagger x2 (1 lbs) {Belt, Right Strap} [4 gp]
Dagger x2 (1 lbs) {Belt, Left Sheath} [4 gp]
Dagger x2 (1 lbs) {Left Boot Sheaths} [4 gp]
Dagger x2 (1 lbs) {Right Boot Sheaths} [4 gp]

Backpack (0.5 lbs) {Centre Back} [2 gp]
Belt Pouch (0.125 lbs) {Belt, Front} [1 gp]
Thieve’s Toolkit (1 lbs) {Concealed in Tunic} [30 gp]
Chalk (1 piece) (0 lbs) {Belt Pouch} [1 cp]

Trail Rations x5 (1.25 lbs) {Backpack} [2 gp 5 sp]
Quiver – Arrows x20 (1.5 lbs) {Backpack} [1 gp]
Grapple Hook (4 lbs) {Backpack} [1 gp]
100’ Hemp Rope (20 lbs) {Backpack} [2gp]
Waterskin (1 lbs) {Backpack} [1 gp]
Whetstone (1 lbs) {Backpack} [2 cp]
Flint & Steel (0 lbs) {Backpack} [1 gp]
Bedroll (1.25 lbs) {Below Backpack, Strap} [1 sp]

Starting Coin: 0pp; 10gp; 12sp; 17cp

Current Equipment Worn and Carried

Traveller’s Outfit (1.25 lbs) {Worn} [1 gp]
Leather Armour (5 lbs) {Worn} [10 gp]
Spring Loaded Wrist Sheath inc. Dagger (0.75) {Left Wrist} [7 gp]
Sap (2 lbs) {Belt, Right Strap} [1 gp]
Dagger (0.5 lbs) {Right Boot Sheath} [2 gp]

Thieve’s Toolkit (1 lbs) {Concealed in Tunic} [30 gp]
Hematite Gem (0 lbs) {Concealed in Tunic} [10 gp]
Flask of Holy Water (1 lbs) {Concealed in Tunic} [25 gp]
Vial of Antitoxin (0 lbs) {Concealed in Tunic} [50 gp]

Current Coin: 0pp; 24gp; 5sp; 0cp

Bio:

Appearance:

Lumak is a slim and lean halfling with tanned skin, brown eyes and an almost charming face that conceals a very cunning mind. He keeps his hazel coloured hair short for practical reasons. He wears a traveller’s outfit that provides ample room to conceal his thieves’ toolkit and a couple of knifes in case of emergency. Standing just over three foot, Lumak’s appearance is one built for stealth rather than brute strength. He wears studded leather armour with a spring-loaded wrist sheath on each arm containing a dagger each for easy access. Dagger sheaths are built into his leather belt and both of his boots. A shortbow is secured to his left shoulder, with a quiver of arrows shown above his right shoulder.

Personality & History:

Lumak wasn’t his true name. No one, not even he knew if he had a real name. He chose the name himself. As a child, he was one of the most nimble in his orphanage. His wits and agility made up for his lack of speed and weak statue. He was born to break the rules, and learnt quickly that thieving could provide more then any honest days work ever could. By the age of thirteen he had run away from the orphanage, convinced he could make it on his own. He survived by scavenging scraps from inns and taught himself the skill of picking basic locks to find shelter from the elements at night. He would ambush and rob drunks as they stumbled home near darkened alleys at night. Over time he honed his skills and learnt the sophisticated art of pick pocketing.

Minor nobles wandering home after a night of drinking and debauchery were his favourite prey. They were drunk on elven wine, the best money could buy and careless in their night-time endeavours. Lumak could easily relieve them of their coin purses without them ever realising. One evening, around two winters ago things went quite differently. After spotting a well-dressed noble staggering home from a local restaurant with a female escort under each arm, Lumak slipped into the shadows and waited for that opportune moment while he stalked his prey. Lumak waited until they stopped at one of the cities many park districts to get amorous. He slipped behind a wooden stall which served as a shop front during the day, moving behind the manicured hedging towards a reward that would feed and shelter him for a month. He moved behind the man to slice the cord securing the man’s moneybag to his leather belt, before retreating back to the shadows. Back at his tiny condemned shack he called home that week, he opened the purse, and turned it over to view his reward. The look on his face would have been priceless, when nothing came out but shards of worthless glass and a folded piece of parchment.

Confused, he retrieved the note, and unfolded it to read its contents.

“You’re very good at what you do, I admit. If you would like to become better, or at least get your own money pouch back, meet me at the merchant districts fountain in two day’s time.”

Bewildered, he felt for his own pouch and found it missing. Howling in anger and deep frustration at having been tricked at his own game, he slammed his tiny fists against the ground until they almost bled. Two days later, at the merchant districts fountain:

Lumak crouched, concealed within the shadows half a block down from the well-lit fountain. His anger had subsided, and been replaced with murderous intent. He had never killed anyone; however he knew death was the only way to repay such an insult. His eyes lit up when he spotted the well-dressed man casually strolling up towards the fountain. His eyes burned and his knuckles went white has they grasped his dull knife in his right hand, when he saw the individual tossing his money pouch into the air as he walked towards the fountains edge. Approaching the man within thirty feet, he took a sharp breath before rushing out from the shadows to slay his target. As he began to take the first few steps, the man turned, looked directly at him with a smile on his lips, as he tossed the bag at Lumak’s feet. Taken completely by surprise, it was only enough time for Lumak to reach out with his left hand before he was unconscious from the quickly rising cloud of gas the bag had begun emitting.

Lumak woke up covered in sweat, and found himself in a bed for the first time in years. Glancing around the room to his left, he saw nothing but a simple bedroom with a writing desk; to his right, a wall with various lock picking implements and an assortment of small daggers of various shapes and sizes. As he looked to the left again he screamed as he came face to face with the well-dressed man. He jumped out of bed with a start and tumbled to his feet in a low crouch looking for something to defend himself with.

He was confronted with laughter. Not cruel and sinister laughter, but light hearted and genuine. Collecting himself, he stood from his defensive crouch and observed the individual standing before him. Lumak was gifted with perceiving the inner nature and motives of people. He was certain he meant no harm to him, and this peaked his curiosity about what the hell he was doing here. Lumak slowly walked around the bed and sat as the man gestured with his hand towards the empty chair.

He began to speak, “I am Melcar, and I know who you are. I’ve seen you working your street magic at night and in busy market places at daylight, on drunks and innocents. I’ve been looking for an apprentice for some time now, and I’ve finally found you.” Lumak eyed the man carefully, he had never seen him before two nights prior, and he had always worked solo and had never yet been caught. Melcar continued, “I’m quite like you, you know. I’m good with my fingers, I prefer darkness to conceal my activities and I made a small fortune cheating and stealing from drunks and fools. But I do more now; I tell you this knowing that you’ll never find me if you refuse my offer and leave, I have nothing to fear from you. I’m an assassin, a thief and I murder for money.”

This both surprised and intrigued the young rogue. He had hear whispers and tales of the mysterious and deadly assassins, but had never before seen any proof of their existence. Lumak tentatively asked, “What do you want with me? Am I one of your targets to kill? Did I steal from one of your clients?”

“Ha-ha, no, my friend, though you definitely do have a high opinion of yourself, don’t you? I understand, confidence is vital. If I wanted you dead your corpse would have been found near the fountain or not at all. No, I brought you here to offer you the chance to be my apprentice and partner. What do you say?”

Melcar understood Lumak’s silence for what it was, “Now then, shall we enjoy breakfast and begin your training, or would you like to go back to your vermin infested whole you call home?”

Lumak smiled, “I like my toast well cooked, with one sugar in my coffee.”

Melcar trained Lumak for several months, and they gained a small fortune during that time. Lumak had learnt how to flank in combat, striking at the weakened sections of armour and anatomy for killing blows. He had learnt how to become one with the shadows whilst specialising in daggers as his weapon of choice, mastering the ability to conceal and inflict lethal wounds with such a small blade. It was a good life, and Lumak enjoyed the work. He respected himself enough to never kill without reason. He did not want to degrade himself to a petty thug or murderer. In fact Lumak praised himself on being able to steal without having to resort to killing. However if he was faced with a situation he had to defend himself he knew he had it in him to do what was needed to maintain his way of life. The thrill of working the tumblers within the lock to gain access, or the challenge of scaling a wall before breaking and entering without anyone being the wiser was more of a rush and challenge then looting a corpse.

They had both returned home after a successful night pillaging the wealthy, when something materialised out of the shadows. Lumak noticed the look of familiarity on Melcar’s face when he noticed the stranger standing before them. The man stood there dressed in black with an aura of sinister confidence. “You have betrayed the order my brother. You know you should not have told this one of our presence. You threw caution to the wind if you thought we would not find you here.” Melcar’s blade was already in his hand slashing across as the cloaked figure ducked and pivoted on the way, with his own weapon flashing towards Melcar’s chest at the same time. “Lumak get the hell out of here and don’t look back!” The sparring ensued, however Lumak could tell Melcar was at a disadvantage as time went on. The cloaked stranger was playing with him, as he slide to the right to miss Melcar’s blow and tapped him on the shoulder with the tip of his blade. “You fought well my friend. However I have entertained you long enough. This ends tonight, you know the rules.” The blade moved so quickly it was difficult to follow, as the top inch of the blade opened Melcar’s throat as it settled back into its sheath in the same fluid motion.

That numb, cold feeling vanished from Lumak’s body that had almost paralysed him, as he watched his mentor’s blood spread across the cold wooden floor. He turned and ran outside, down the street away from the first friendship he had actually cherished. He expected it to happen soon, that feeling of cold steel penetrating his back as he fled down the dark street in terror. But it never happened, and he didn’t know why his life had been spared. That night Lumak left his life behind, with only the possessions he had with him. He knew he had to find another town to live in, and that it wasn’t safe for him to travel outside the city alone. He boarded the first merchant ship at the docks of Riddleport in Varisia and sailed far away to The Shackles where he could blend in with the common rabble and start a new life. That was seven months ago, and over this time he has developed a keen knowledge and understanding of a sailors life.

Lumak Strongoak

Beer and Dice- Skull and Shackles theharlequin