Zander Vosk

A mercenary archer from Varisia


Male human Archer 2
CN Medium humanoid (human)
Init +8; Senses Perception +3


AC 19, touch 15, flat-footed 14 (+ 3 armor, + 1 shield, + 5 Dex)
hp 21 (1d10+3)
Fort + 5, Ref + 5, Will + 0


Spd 30 ft.
Melee longsword + 4 (1d8+2/19-20) or
silver dagger + 4 (1d4+1/19-20)
Ranged masterwork composite longbow + 8 (1d8+2/x3) or
masterwork composite longbow + 6 /+ 6 (1d8+4/x3, Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim) or
silver dagger + 7 (1d4+1/19-20)


Str 14, Dex 20, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 8
Base Atk + 1; CMB + 3; CMD 18
Traits Rich Parents, Reactionary
Feats Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim
Skills Climb + 6, Perception + 3, Survival + 5, Swim + 6
Languages Common
SQ Hawkeye
Combat Gear potion of cure moderate wounds, potion of cure light wounds (2), potion of lesser restoration, potion of water breathing; Other Gear masterwork studded leather armor, masterwork buckler, masterwork composite longbow (+ 2 Str), silver dagger, backpack, chalk (7), flask, flint and steel, belt pouch, silk rope (50 ft.), sack, shaving kit, traveler’s outfit, 23 gp 3 sp


Zander was born into a wealthy merchant family in Magnimar. As he grew older, he grew tired of the big city life and on his 18th birthday he packed up all of his belongings and set out on the road. Zander’s skill with a bow quickly found him work as a mercenary and he spent the next three years travelling the Varisian lowlands guarding caravans and working odd jobs from town to town. Eventually though, this also got rather tiresome; the goblins had been quiet for the past few years and one can only kill so many rats in old ladies’ basements before the thrill wears thin. While spending an evening in one of the seedier pubs along Magnimar’s docks, Zander got into a conversation with a sailor who told him tales of riches to be found in the jungles to the south. The sailor worked on a ship heading that way and offered to put a word in with the Captain to give Zander a job as a deckhand for the journey. The next day as Zander stood at the docking ramp for the southbound ship, he took one final look back at the city of his birth and laughed. These people, living their monotonous little lives, would never know the kind of adventure that he was about to undertake. With that thought in mind, he boarded the Jenivere.

Zander Vosk

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