Male human warrior 1
NE Medium humanoid (human)
Init 5; Senses Perception +0
AC 13, touch 11, flat-footed 12 (
2 armor, +1 Dex)
hp 9 (1d10 +4)
Fort +3, Ref +1, Will –1
Speed 30 ft.
Melee short sword +2 (1d6 +1/19–20)
Morale: Earwig shrieks in pain and fear as soon as he’s reduced
to fewer than 6 hit points and attempts to flee, on horseback if possible.
Str 13, Dex 13, Con 12, Int 8, Wis 9, Cha 8
Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 13
Feats Improved Initiative, Toughness
Skills Intimidate +3, Perception +0, Stealth +2
Languages Common
Gear: leather armor, short sword, 2 days
of trail rations, 2 gp


Poor Earwig had a hard life. He grew up in the poor slums of Ormpetarr and was run out of town after being caught red handed stealing a few apples for food to feed his starving brother and self.

He soon traveled south into the harsh lands of the Shaar and fell in with a group of Bandits that treated him as an equal and helped him survive in the wilds of Shaar. Soon his group crossed paths with The Steel Vanguard and his freidns were slaughtered. One of the Steel, Hevis, offered to spare his life if Earwig pleaded his to making amends for his wrong-doings.

He tried his best, but in the end he did not survive the fateful dash across the plains from the Acid-sand Storm.


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