The_Logic_Ninja
2006-08-30, 04:30 AM
Gentleman Soldier
Human, Expert 2/Warrior 1
Size/Type: Medium Humanoid (Human)
Hit Dice: 2d6 + 1d8 (13)
Speed: 30 ft (6 squares)
Armor Class: 18 (+1 Dex, +4 Chain Shirt, +2 Heavy Wooden Shield), touch 11, flat-footed 17
Base Attack/Grapple: +2/+4
Attack or Full Attack: Longsword +4 melee (1d8+2/19-20) or Longbow +3 ranged (1d8/x3)
Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.
Special Attacks: None
Special Qualities: None
Saves: Fort +3, Ref +1, Will +2
Abilities: STR 14, DEX 12, CON 13, INT 10, WIS 8, CHA 15
Skills: Bluff +10, Diplomacy +9, Escape Artist +6, Intimidate +10, Perform(in bed) +7, Sense Motive +6, Tumble +4
Feats: Negotiator, Persuasive, Endurance
CR: 1
It's of a gentleman soldier, as a sentry he did stand;
He saluted a fair maiden by a waving of his hand,
And then he boldly kissed her, and he passed it off as a joke,
And he drilled her up in a sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak.
And the drums they go a-rap-a-tap-tap,
And the fifes they loudly play,
Saying, "fare thee well, Molly-me-dear,
I must be going away."
All night they tossed and tumbled, 'til daylight did appear.
The soldier rose, put on his clothes; said, "fare thee well, my dear,
For the drums are loudly beating, the fifes they sweetly play;
If it weren't for that, Molly-me-dear, with you I'd gladly stay."
And the drums they go a-rap-a-tap-tap,
And the fifes they loudly play,
Saying, "fare thee well, Molly-me-dear,
I must be going away."
If anyone comes a-courtin' you, you treat him to a glass;
If anyone comes a-courtin' you, you say you're a country lass;
You needn't even tell them that you ever played this joke,
That ever you went in a sentry box, wrapped up in a soldier's cloak!
And the drums they go a-rap-a-tap-tap,
And the fifes they loudly play,
Saying, "fare thee well, Molly-me-dear,
I must be going away."
"Oh, come, me gentleman soldier, now won't you marry me?"
"Oh no, me dearest Molly, such things they can never be,
For married I am already and children I have three--
Two wives are allowed in the army, but one's too many for me."
And the drums they go a-rap-a-tap-tap,
And the fifes they loudly play,
Saying, "fare thee well, Molly-me-dear,
I must be going away."
"Oh, come, me gentleman soldier, why didn't you tell me so?
Me parents will be angry when this they come to know!"
When nine long months had come and gone, the young girl she brought shame--
She had a little militia boy and she couldn't tell his name!
And the drums they go a-rap-a-tap-tap,
And the fifes they loudly play,
Saying, "fare thee well, Molly-me-dear,
I must be going away."
Human, Expert 2/Warrior 1
Size/Type: Medium Humanoid (Human)
Hit Dice: 2d6 + 1d8 (13)
Speed: 30 ft (6 squares)
Armor Class: 18 (+1 Dex, +4 Chain Shirt, +2 Heavy Wooden Shield), touch 11, flat-footed 17
Base Attack/Grapple: +2/+4
Attack or Full Attack: Longsword +4 melee (1d8+2/19-20) or Longbow +3 ranged (1d8/x3)
Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.
Special Attacks: None
Special Qualities: None
Saves: Fort +3, Ref +1, Will +2
Abilities: STR 14, DEX 12, CON 13, INT 10, WIS 8, CHA 15
Skills: Bluff +10, Diplomacy +9, Escape Artist +6, Intimidate +10, Perform(in bed) +7, Sense Motive +6, Tumble +4
Feats: Negotiator, Persuasive, Endurance
CR: 1
It's of a gentleman soldier, as a sentry he did stand;
He saluted a fair maiden by a waving of his hand,
And then he boldly kissed her, and he passed it off as a joke,
And he drilled her up in a sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak.
And the drums they go a-rap-a-tap-tap,
And the fifes they loudly play,
Saying, "fare thee well, Molly-me-dear,
I must be going away."
All night they tossed and tumbled, 'til daylight did appear.
The soldier rose, put on his clothes; said, "fare thee well, my dear,
For the drums are loudly beating, the fifes they sweetly play;
If it weren't for that, Molly-me-dear, with you I'd gladly stay."
And the drums they go a-rap-a-tap-tap,
And the fifes they loudly play,
Saying, "fare thee well, Molly-me-dear,
I must be going away."
If anyone comes a-courtin' you, you treat him to a glass;
If anyone comes a-courtin' you, you say you're a country lass;
You needn't even tell them that you ever played this joke,
That ever you went in a sentry box, wrapped up in a soldier's cloak!
And the drums they go a-rap-a-tap-tap,
And the fifes they loudly play,
Saying, "fare thee well, Molly-me-dear,
I must be going away."
"Oh, come, me gentleman soldier, now won't you marry me?"
"Oh no, me dearest Molly, such things they can never be,
For married I am already and children I have three--
Two wives are allowed in the army, but one's too many for me."
And the drums they go a-rap-a-tap-tap,
And the fifes they loudly play,
Saying, "fare thee well, Molly-me-dear,
I must be going away."
"Oh, come, me gentleman soldier, why didn't you tell me so?
Me parents will be angry when this they come to know!"
When nine long months had come and gone, the young girl she brought shame--
She had a little militia boy and she couldn't tell his name!
And the drums they go a-rap-a-tap-tap,
And the fifes they loudly play,
Saying, "fare thee well, Molly-me-dear,
I must be going away."