https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UioPjTA5jkwrCECIVd0EFA5G40uPuFBhP9Hmd2sYEls/editName: Tolka
Race Kobold
Strength: 6
Dexterity: 10
Intelligence 10
Constitution 5
Health: 13
Perception: 14
Will: 6
Vigor 6
Skills: [0 points]
Machinist - INT/A: 2 [Racial]
Lockpicking - PER/A: 2 [Racial]
Traps - INT/A: 4 [Racial]
Xenobio - INT/VH 1 [4 XP]
Tech/Small Arms - INT/H 1 [3 XP]
Tech/explosives - INT/H 1 [3 XP]
Small Arms - DEX/E 2 [2XP]
Explosive arms - DEX/H 1 [3XP]
Racial ability:
Kobolds can get into Anything: Once per day. When unobserved by any non-Kobold observers. A Kobold may access an otherwise secured location via mundane, magical, or other means. They don’t really know how they do this. They just.. Do it. A Kobold using this ability can escape a room with no doors using this ability provided nobody is paying attention for about a second. Using this ability they are capable of bypassing mechanical and arcane locks without triggering or tripping them.
Gear: [0c]
Guardian Suit [8c]
Agent Helmet [Free]
Advanced small arms Toolkit [8c]
Basic Explosive tool kit [Free]
First aid kit [Free]
11.43x23mm (.45 ACP) SMG [Free]
1 spare 25 mag [3c]
10x31.8mm PDW [Free]
1 spare 15 mag [1c]
Custom altered 20mm Anti-armor launcher [Free]
G-1 Offensive Grenade [Free]
4.73X33 carbine, stripped of underbarrel mount. [Free][Not carried normally]
Backstory:
As a younger one Tolka was a curious sort. As you’d expect of a Kobold. She always was poking about and taking things apart, often to others annoyance. One day she came across an Arkas team finishing up a group of bandits, and was amazed at the equipment she saw. After they’d left, she poked over the battle site, gathering little scraps that were left.They must know so many things to be able to have such powerful devices. The sounds... like those dwarven weapons she’d seen a few times, but far faster.
She’d take a long time puzzling over each scrap she found, looking into how the dwarven weapons might have worked from stories and hearsay. Obviously these things had to be something like that after all. It didn’t seem like magic, it seemed like something far more interesting
It took a long time, looking over battlefields the Arkas had left, often pulling away any bodies they left behind, cutting into them, figuring out what had done what, how those weapons had caused such damage. And eventually... a lot of eventually, she started to really piece it together. The strange metal cylinders lying about, those metal parts must have been on them. Then something made it all explode... but explode in the right direction. It took her a long time to find one that hadn’t been too deformed by a body, but she felt the grooves in it, saw the shape.
That’s when the experimentation really started. Tried this, tried that. One mixture after another. She was certain she could figure out whatever that explosion was. Mixing herbs, gasses, anything she knew to be volitile. It became very easy to find her home, it was the one that constantly made loud sounds and had an odd smell of burning permeating it.
It took a while, but she finally figured out a powder that seemed to work. Worked from a larger container filled with the stuff, to steadily smaller ones. Even learned how to work metal to an extent in order to make metal parts somewhat like she’d seen.
Arkas took notice not long after that. After all, once she’d gone that far only thing left to do was test. And when a bandit camp explodes while you’re heading towards it, when there shouldn’t be any goblins in the area, one takes note. They found her celebrating her success, and she took great pride in showing them the tiny weapon she’d made as well as the bombs. It was...a very /very/ crude thing, but she’d managed to get some slight rifling down the metal pipe, and a roughly hewed wooden stock. She’d even managed to make crude cartridges from their left behind brass that only sometimes ended up getting stuck in the barrel from the explosion deforming them.
That was enough for them to have definite notice, they made an offer, and she accepted happily. Getting to learn more how these things work, How to make even better ones herself... with the caveat that once she’d been brought up to a less primitive knowledge of things she’d join one of the fireteams, make herself useful. How could she refuse? Such things to learn and make. She could hardly wait.
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