Kobold too selfless for his own good.


A kobold stands before you, a little less than four feet in height. Its scales are olive-green and it nervously looks back at you with reptilian amber eyes, possibly trying to discern your motives. Its bony frame is protected by a suit of armor fashioned from the discarded carapaces of giant beetles worked into a solid layered construction. A katana is slung across its back, too large for it to use effectively in one hand.

====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ====== Fawkes, level 3 Kobold, Fighter Fighter Talents: One-handed Weapon Talent

FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 16, Dex 15, Int 8, Wis 14, Cha 10.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 14, Dex 13, Int 8, Wis 14, Cha 10.

AC: 21 Fort: 17 Reflex: 16 Will: 14 HP: 43 Surges: 12 Surge Value: 10

TRAINED SKILLS Heal +8, Endurance +9, Athletics +9

UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics +3, Arcana, Bluff +1, Diplomacy +1, Dungeoneering +3, History, Insight +3, Intimidate +1, Nature +3, Perception +3, Religion, Stealth +5, Streetwise +1, Thievery +5

FEATS Level 1: Weapon Proficiency (Bastard sword) Level 2: Small Warrior’s Defense

POWERS Fighter at-will 1: Footwork Lure Fighter at-will 1: Reaping Strike Fighter encounter 1: Passing Attack Fighter daily 1: Lasting Threat Fighter utility 2: Pass Forward Fighter encounter 3: Parry and Riposte

ITEMS Adventurer’s Kit, Javelin (2), Chitin Armor, Dragonborn Ancestral Katana, Kobold Tooth Necklace, Climber’s Kit


A kobold from a tribe that has lived within a volcano for generations, Fawkes displayed remarkable talent with weaponry among his clutchmates, along with considerable physical endurance. Shortly after his first year, he came to the defense of another clutchmate known as Kipip, who was apparently being bullied by a group of other young kobolds. Fawkes soundly beat all of them in combat, and he was quickly ushered into training as a warrior for his tribe once he was of age.

During his time in the constabulary, many other young kobolds eager for action tried to steal Fawkes’ shed teeth. But he wasn’t having any of that, and eventually, after meeting with fierce resistance every time, they stopped trying. Fawkes earned the right to join a patrol by ousting a particularly underhanded kobold, who was no match for the tenacious grit of the upstart kobold in actual combat.

Several years pass, and Fawkes, now 10 years old had thwarted several attempted ‘accidents’ during patrols and took down many scattered raiding parties of other races that strayed too close to the volcano. He spent his offtime when he could with Kipip, who had been training to become an expert crafter and trapsmith. One day, however, Fawkes got separated from the rest of his patrol and stumbled upon a group of four orcs mobbing a wounded dragonborn who didn’t look like he could last much longer. Reminded of his clutchmate, Fawkes sprang forth from his hiding place and charged the orcs, impaling the closest one to him with his spear. The orc died instantly, and the rest of the orcs fled in horror of the ferocious kobold. Fawkes tried to tend to the dragonborn’s wounds, but the proud warrior swatted the kobold away, refusing aid, perhaps knowing that it was already too late, or maybe if saved from his grievous wounds would mean he would have to life the rest of his life less than able to fight. He unbuckled the scabbard from his belt and tossed it with what strength he had left over to a fallen blade nearby, then instructed the kobold in Draconic to ‘take it, and leave before they return.’ Not wanting to refuse the order of a being who so much resembled the dragons his kind worshiped, Fawkes complied without a word.

He rejoined his patrol, and headed home. Other curious kobolds probed him with questions asking where he got the sword, and Fawkes said he just found it laying in the forest. A few days later, the other patrols noticed heightened Orc activity nearby, and Fawkes, feeling a bit guilty came clean. Of course, they didn’t believe the part where he met the dragonborn, since they were so rare in the world, and the orcs had already made off with the corpse. It was decided by the all-watcher in light of recent events along with previous deviant behavior on Fawkes’ part, that Fawkes was to be banished from the tribe, effective early the next day. That night, Fawkes packed his things, and paid one last visit to his clutchmate, Kipip. Kipip knew everything, and told Fawkes that he would have something ready for him in the morning.

The next day, Fawkes was ushered outside by the members of his patrol. Not seeing Kipip anywhere, Fawkes felt disheartened as he turned to leave. But Kipip did not let him down, rushing from the tunnel leading down into the warren with great speed, although looking a bit tired, to present Fawkes with a strange cylindrical rod with many switches and knobs adorning its metal-reinforced wooden body. The tip was a sharp harpoon-like point. Kipip told Fawkes that it was his finest work, and would serve him well, and the pair enjoyed one last friendly embrace before Fawkes departed.

Not exactly knowing where to go, Fawkes simply found the road and followed it in one direction for a while, which proved to be a mistake. A large group of orcs found him and surrounded the young kobold, ready to beat the living daylights out of him. Just then, another group of people burst from the surrounding foliage and attacked the orcs. Fawkes tried to do what he could with the sword he had ‘inherited’. Soon, all the orcs were dead, and the other group of warriors came up to the little kobold. They recognized the sword, asking where he had got it, and Fawkes told them of the dragonborn and his fate. They group talked amongst themselves for a while before a tall and strongly built human walked forward and introduced himself. It was Slogar Steeltalon, then a newly promoted sergeant of the band of mercenaries he belonged to. He asked the kobold to join them, noticing his skill in combat despite his obvious inexperience with the blade. Slogar also mentioned that the kobold would be paid, and Fawkes just realized that he hadn’t thought to bring any money with him. The kobold quickly agreed, not wanting to pass up the opportunity to make a good impression with the big people.

Fawkes and Slogar campaigned around the region, being hired out by a local barony to deal with the orcs. Other members of the mercenary band were leery at first of the kobold, believing him to be little more than a rat, but they came to accept him as a brother in arms as he proved himself in combat time and time again. Soon, the two became inseparable, although the fighting continued to escalate, until finally, four years after they first met, it exploded into a massive battle, where the combined forces of the mercenary band and the barony met the fighting bulk of several orc tribes. Each side was devastated by the conflict, with everyone in the mercenary band being wiped out other than Slogar and his faithful kobold associate. Having little choice, Slogar proposed that they go to Sanctuary City to get away from this bloody war and forge a new beginning. Fawkes, having no reason to doubt the human’s judgement, followed.


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