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Thomas:CN Human Fighter 6/Barbarian 232 point buy, items included
Str 17 [13p] +2 level = 19
Dex 12 [4p]
Con 14 [6p]
Int 13 [5p]
Wis 12 [4p]
Cha 8 [0p]
6d10+2d12+16 (67 hp)
Saves: F +11, R +4, W +4
AC: 30 (+1 dex, +10 armor, +7 shield, +1 natural, +1 deflection), touch 12, flat-footed 30
Initiative: +1
Senses: Listen +1, Spot +1
BAB/Grapple: +8/+12
Attacks: Longsword +12 (1d8+5,19-20) Flail +12 (1d8+4,20), Spiked chain +12 (2d4+7,20), Longbow +9 (1d8+4,x3)
1st -- Power Attack, Cleave B, Combat ExpertiseB
2nd -- Combat Expertise B
3rd -- Dodge, Improved Trip B
5th -- Great CleaveB
6th -- Mobility
8th -- Spring Attack B
Climb = 11 ranks
Craft (basket weaving) = 5 ranks
Craft (overblown speeches) = 11 ranks
Jump = 11 ranks
Survival = 5 ranks
Swim = 11 ranks
Full plate +2 - 5,650.
Tower Shield +3 - 9,180.
Spiked chain +1 - 2,325.
Longsword +1 - 2,315.
Flail MW - 308.
Longbow composite (+4) and 20 arrows - 501.
Ring of protection +1 - 2,000.
Cloak of resistance +1 - 1,000.
Amulet of natural armor +1 - 2,000.
Potion of bull's strength x 2 - 600.
Potion of shield of faith +3 x 2 - 600.
Potion of bear's endurance - 300.
Potion of enlarge person x 2 - 100.
Potion of protection from evil x 2 - 100.
27 gold.
"I'LL HANDLE THIS!"
It isn't entirely clear how or when it happened. Perhaps it was constantly being told that he was doing things the wrong way. Perhaps it was being constantly told that his intended approach was nothing short of suicide. Perhaps he never had any sanity to lose. Whatever the reason there are two worlds - the world as Thomas percieves it, and the world as it actually exists.
In one, he is the master of his own destiny. Anything he sets out to do, he can do. Anything he thinks he can do, he can do. In the other, he is the laughing stock of anyone that has the fortune - or misfortune to cross paths with him.
One day Thomas got into it for the thousandeth and final time with his fighting instructor.
"Nay laddie, you can't be fightin' off anything like that! Give the carpenter back his door before he takes your blooming head off with his hammer then pick up that big hammer there and get to smashing that training dummy! A real opponent won't wait for you to slowly kill them with your little stick, they'll have smashed your friends and you before ya get the chance!"
"BAH! I am THOMAS the INVINCIBLE! No FELL BEASTS shall strike ME down! HAH!"
"You're a thrice damned fool is what you are, and if ya don't snap out of it you'll get your fool head knocked from your shoulders."
Thomas was oblivious to this, as he was oblivious to everything that did not coincide with his narrow, delusional world view. He remained just as oblivious to the angry, restrained stare of his teacher... and how he was gripping his throwing hammer far too tightly.
"What I need is TRAINING!"
And before the dwarf could puzzle out the boy's odd reactions enough to determine if that was a moment of lucidity or just him vexing the grizzled old man again Thomas whirled around and set out, clanking loudly enough to announce to all of his arrival.
And then the grueling training began. Thomas faced off with hordes of ACCURSED TOADS and families of ANGRY BADGERS and although his battles were long, hard fought, and bloody he somehow managed to win and become stronger. He continued his impossible training from hell until the trappers got together and threw him out of the country for ruining their and their families' livelihoods by rendering the game they hunted near extinct.
And that's the story of how a fool who should have been dead long ago as everyone thought he would be managed to live long enough to establish a name for himself. To him, that name is THOMAS the TITAN. To everyone behind his back, and many of those in front of him he has a far less flattering name, however his over the top attitude combined with his sheer disconnect from reality protects him from what people REALLY think of him... for now.
Background needs more fleshing out but that's the general idea.
And don't worry Tilt. I won't cry and call you a bad person if he dies.
