Strength: 19 (0)
Constitution: 15 (0)
Wisdom: 11 (+0)
Charisma: 7 (-1)
Poison: 14 Breath: 17 Polymorph: 15 Spell: 17 Magic Item: 16
Base Attack Bonus: +1
Hit points: 11
Hit dice: D10
Armour class: 13 (10 base, plus leathers (+2 and shield +1)
Fortune points: 3
Skills: Intimidation (+4)
Knacks: Great Strike (+1 damage all weapons)
Weapon specialisation: Bow (+1 to hit and +2 damage with this weapon type)
Knife (D4 dmg), Peasant’s clothes, rope, solid blackjack (D4 dmg), flask of mead, 18 silver pieces (starting), Longbow (200 rng, D8 dmg). Mace (D6)
I get free room and board at the Inn.
Purchases and remaining silver: Leathers (-5sp), simple shield (-1sp), Mace (-8sp), 20 arrows, four days’ rations (-8cp), 6 torches (-2cp). Remaining silver: 1sp
To hit bonuses:
Melee weapon: +4 (Str bonus plus base attack bonus), +4 damage (Great Strike, plus Str bonus)
Bows: +1, +3 damage (specialisation, plus Great Strike).
Other ranged weapons: +0, +1 dmg.
Torquil was brought up by his Father, Morgan Veitch, to be a shepherd, like his Father before him. Torquil has dim memories of his Grandfather, Adair Veitch, but he remembers a weatherbeaten and lined face, wrinkled like a walnut. He seemed like a hard man with a soft spot for his grandson. This is in contrast to Torquil’s Father. Morgan was a hard, angry man. Torquil was never sure why, but he certainly remembered the beatings his Father had given both him and his Mother, Keita Veitch. It seemed that anything could cause the beatings – Keita looking at another man in the village, Torquil making too much noise, or just because a sheep had become lost and Morgan had had to find it.
Torquil was bigger than the other boys in Willoway and he used that strength to beat the other boys into submission, over any perceived slight. He was never the fastest, but he was always the strongest. Initially, the other boys in the village simply tried to keep on the right side of Torquil by toadying up to him, but, over time, they began to recognise him for the bully he was and Torquil became isolated.
As he got older, Torquil was increasingly sent out by his Father to look after the sheep, particularly during bad weather, with a sling to deal with any wolves that might endanger the flock. On one occasion, after searching frantically for a lost sheep, Torquil stumbled across an old shrine. He wasn’t sure what the shrine was for, moss covered and dirt-caked as it was, but it provided a refuge and place he could go to escape his Father’s beatings. It became something of a home from home and Torquil kept his scant precious possessions there.
When he wasn’t looking after the sheep, Torquil spent as little time as he could at home, drifting from one part of the village to another, learning and listening to what was going on. He was eventually invited in by the Blacksmith, Jock Tassie, and his wife, Moyna who taught him to work within the smithy, initially carrying colas and eventually repairing minor metalwork items. Torquil found peace within the repetitive, hard work.
As a consequence of his work in the forge, Torquil put on great bulk and his already prodigious strength increased. One too many beatings from his Father had left Torquil with a broken nose and a misshapen face. But Torquil’s size meant that he was able to continue his bullying ways amongst the other youngsters, as he was by far the largest of them. Jock realised this and kept trying to persuade Torquil to change his ways, but with little apparent effect. As he grew older, Torquil became increasingly aware of one of the girls in the village, Una Nairn, the miller’s youngest daughter. She was something of a contrast to Torquil – slight and willowy with a quick wit and a ready laugh. Torquil continually found himself tongue-tied around her, but he also found her fascinating.
Torquil’s bullying ways gradually estranged him from his peers. With the exception of Una, anyone who teased him would soon receive a beating. His strength was useful in the village and he was an eager participant in the town watch, but he was generally considered to be too ready with his fists when an argument developed.
In common with many of the villagers, Torquil took up archery. The longbow suited his already strong form as he was able to bend the bow with ease. This led him to enter the village’s archery contest at the May fair.