Short, greenish, pointy ears, and a killer smile. Oh, and a big pet rat named Crackers who likes to chew on people.


Iggytoof, level 1 Goblin, Bard

Build: Cunning Bard

Bardic Virtue: Virtue of Cunning


Str 10, Con 11, Dex 12, Int 14, Wis 8, Cha 20.


Str 10, Con 11, Dex 10, Int 14, Wis 8, Cha 18.

AC: 14, Fort: 10, Reflex: 14, Will: 16 HP: 23, Surges: 7, Surge Value: 5


Arcana +7, Perception +4, Streetwise +10, Bluff +11, Insight +4


Acrobatics +4, Diplomacy +8, Dungeoneering +2, Endurance +3, Heal +2, History +5, Intimidate +8, Nature +2, Religion +5, Stealth +6, Thievery +7, Athletics +3


Bard: Ritual Caster

Level 1: Jack of All Trades


Bard at-will 1: Vicious Mockery

Bard at-will 1: Misdirected Mark

Bard encounter 1: Fast Friends

Bard daily 1: Echoes of the Guardian


Ritual Book, Adventurer’s Kit, Leather Armor, Shortbow, Arrows (30), Dagger


Amanuensis, Silence

====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&DI Character Builder ======


Backstory brief: Grimeytoof was a racist. Plain and simple. He couldn’t stand Humans and he didn’t try to hide it the older he got. When Stickytoof, his wife, started to notice a reflection of this belief in their son, Iggytoof, she thought it would be best to get him out into the world to build his own conclusions about things. Especially if this treaty is to stay in place. She didn’t want to be the mother of the revolutionary who broke 300 years of peace.

So off to the city, Iggytoof went. He immediately found things to be quite different than his father portrayed them. But he also found some to be true. Prejudice, no matter what a piece of paper tells you you’re supposed to feel, still exists. But he found that, generally speaking, the Humans his father had grown to hate, weren’t really all that bad. In fact, some were as mischievous if not more so than him. So, when he started running with a Human cutpurse named Tallboy (who was ironically short, almost as tall as a Dwarf), it was no surprise that he quickly integrated into the new culture he had discovered.

After a couple of months, Iggytoof’s mischief caught up with him and he went to trial for countless misdemeanors. When his mother spoke to the judge about it, he showed leniency on the condition that Iggy attempt reformation. He suggested a higher education. Stickytoof didn’t mention Iggy had no education at all, and just agreed. So the judge left the decision up to Stickytoof where Iggytoof would go. They discussed it a bit and decided that it would be easier to hide that mischief if Iggy kept his hands busy doing something else. He always had an affinity for banging pots and such back home, and carried on many a late night concert hammering on boards and metal cauldrons to the delight of all the elderly neighbors. So, they decided the Bard college was the best option.

Several years passed and Iggy couldn’t have been happier. Nowhere else could he have channeled his charming dysfunction better. Upon graduating, his commencement performance was to recant the final battle between Human and Horde, with questionable facts in place. It caused a mighty uproar among the bardic chairmen and they denied him his diploma pending a correct recitation of the events. Iggy protested, claiming not all epics are meant to be factual. Sometimes a good story is all that matters. And he stormed out, setting his feet to the trail of adventure and a good story.


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