Garmus Bigtoe (Skeleton)
Medium Undead, Lawful Evil
Armor Class: 13
Hit Points: 13 (2d8+4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
10(+0) 14(+2) 15(+2) 6(-2) 8(-1) 5(-3)
License: SRD5 Open Gaming License
Damage Immunities poison
Damage Vulnerabilities bludgeoning
Condition Immunities exhaustion, poisoned
Senses darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 9
Languages understands all languages it knew in life, but can't speak
Challenge 1/4 (50 XP)
Actions
Shortsword Melee Weapon Attack +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., (one creature) Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) piercing damage.
Shortbow Ranged Weapon Attack +4 to hit, range 80/320 ft., (one creature) Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) piercing damage.
Details
Epitaph Was split in two by the other Barbarian for killing her booze supplier.
Obituary Garmus was a simple man, he had worked on a farm by himself for the longest time until his farm was destroyed by a group of monsters. Broke, homeless, and angry he scoured the city trying to find odd jobs to keep him afloat. One time he went out into the middle of nowhere without preparing correctly and got someone killed by angering owlbear cubs. He liked animals, but owlbears seemed to not be his strong suit. On that fateful day, he had used the extra cash he had from that job to buy a pet goat and stay a night at the inn. Somehow managing to get the innkeeper to let him bring his goat Dewmerri in. In trying to make a bed for Dewmerri he had knocked over a torch starting a fire, not being able to put it out any way he tried. So he threw the bed out the window and jumped to safety, with Dewmerri of course. Running from the scene of his accidental arson to grab any guards he could. On his return with the guard, they were able to find magic users to put out the inn, which was now only half functional. In trying to do his best by the innkeeper, that innkeeper got upset and threw a knife at him. Unleashing a rage within Garmus all too familiar. Taking this knife he threw it back at the innkeeper killing him instantly. This upset another barbarian, who had a deathly addiction to alcohol. In her fit of rage, she was able to cleave the poor dwarf in two, bringing an end to his tale.