The Kobold - Gunslinger - Bushwacker. A character for the pathfinder universe. I have been playing pathfinder sooooo much that I have not touched a single video game in over two months. Pathfinder is amazing especially using the system on www.roll20.net Contact me privately sometime if You would be interesting in playing as a player or a DM. :)

Drawn by the awesome  Maim


Kirii Dragonsnout's backstory:

Kirii Dragonsnout was a proud uplander forest kobold. She fit right in with the rest of her tribe. The only thing that made her different from the rest of the tribe was the fact she was very wise kobold. She got bored fairly often with their simple games and trap makings. She spent most of her time in a little hidie hole in a tree tinkering and playing with random tools and devices she either scavenged from dead adventurers or things she made herself. After a few months of very little acitivity in her tribe she got enough alone time to craft a very strange and unique device. In today's world we would call it a musket, though not a musket any of us would know. It was very spikey and made in a VERY kobold manner. She originally started work on it to use it as a new kind of explosive trap she could rig to a tree but with the increased kobold boredom and time she ended up with a very un-relieable musket of sorts. She showed it to the tribesmen but they did not like it. They rather use traps that they themselves did not have to activate. Saddened by their lack of praise for her hardwork she fell into a pit of depression and threw away most of her inventions and devices and sulked in her tree hole still clutching her most worked on and best made device. She awoke to find her tribe for some unknown reason has moved on without her. She immediately jumped to the conclusion that they left her because of the device she made her better wisdom tricked by her fear of abandonment. She called and searched for them to no avail. She was a helpless kobold in a dark damp forest.

While searching for her breathern she was ambushed by a panther and pulled out her only weapon, the trap device and as it pounced her for a easy kill she looked away in fear and pulled the trigger, blasting the poor hungry animal into the tree infront of her killing it instantly. She was ecstatic! She was not a helpless kobold she had best trap! trap she can bring with her anywhere she went. Forgetting the recent events she called out to her breathern one more time, her voice echoing into the tree tops, "See it work it work! best trap see guys!?...." Her voice unheard and and the only sounds to answer was the crickets among the undergrowth... A tear trailed down her face as she walked into the dense woods with the butt of her trap device dragged along in the dirt beside her. She has given up on life with no tribe, and no praise she lost her purpose. Most predators ignored her presence thinking the poor creature to be sick. As she came to a clearing a few days into her wandering there was a small hutt and farm, nothing she has ever seen before. Curiosity, at least for the moment clouded her depression, as she walked up to the structure attempting to figure out what it could possibly be. Two Halflings, a husband and wife, came forth and being of good nature invited the poor thing in, their better judgement pushed aside by the sight of a single seemingly helpless kobold with what appeared to be tears covering most of her face. They fed her and she ate very messily and hungrily, She must of not eaten anything for days they thought and praised her in attempt to comfort the kobold. Completely full and absorbing every drop of praise they gave her happily, the depression she had was diminishing. She kept eating more and more of their food taking full advantage of their generosity towards her until she passed out while waiting for another plate. They decided since they were having trouble making a child of their own, if it was willing they'd take the kobold as their own. The wife was not too happy about this news at first but grew to love the kobold as if it was her own daughter. Desiring praise and the safety of a "tribe" she stayed. she happily made them many "traps" and devices, being a kobold that was akin to a pet cat bringing in a dead bird as a present. They had a few incidents but after some guidance and a little help from the husband halfling bard they were able to teach her a common language and taught her to make not so "explodey" devices and tools. They questioned her about her special tool she took with her everywhere almost like a security blanket. She told them, now in her eyes her mother and father, about her tribe and all the hard work she put into this special trap. In order to get her away from making their kitchen into a literal ticking timebomb out of boredom they took her outside and helped her practice with her device to use it like a weapon to hunt for the family. Seeing as she had no interest in hunting traditionally. This worked out well for both parties as she got them lots of food, and she got to practice with her "teddybear" all day every day. She called him bangbang. Their life was well as a family but her quick to boredom kobold mind wandered often. One day while day dreaming looking towards the sky her father came up to her, "Kirii... my daughter, my little purple scaley pride and joy... I want you to go out and make a name for yourself I don't think this valley life is the kind for your constantly exploring mind. Go on a adventure, invent something grand. Then come back one day and show us what you have done and made." He gave her his armor from his adventuring days, as well as a backpack with enough supplies to get her started. "Don't tell your mother!" he joked but in a slightly serious twinge on top. "Now make me one promise though Kirii... Be good and have trust in others no matter what you may see on the front page."