Pathok Malukeaku

As the body crumples, and the red mist settles..... there stands Pathok SkullShatter Malukeaku, and his bloodied maul. There is more blood on his face than there is expression. The solemn Goliath leaves the butchery and continues on his sodden way. Having lost everything, except his names, maul, and clothes on his back, he can think of nothing but his dead child and wife. It happened one night during a night raid from one of the opposing tribes. There were so few survivors. The ones from his tribe that did survive, became wanderers like himself, or succumbed to depression. SkullShatter had led a happy life, being heir to the chieftain, noticed as champion to the tribe, and having just become a new father. Now, he was as unwavering and emotionless as the stone slopes he now tread upon. Wandering from location to location, completing jobs that require brute strength, and very little talking. For coin just so he can survive, and prolong his suffering. He blames himself for not being able to save everyone, especially his wife and child. His latest job had required him to confront some petty highway men that had executed a travelling merchant’s dog when he refused to give them his valuables.

Pathok SkullShatter Malukeaku is a barbarian goliath that stands 8 foot even and weighs in at 338 pounds. His tribe, the Malukeaku, has been in a territory dispute for as long as he can remember with the Gathakutha tribe. During this life long dispute, Pathok became known in battle for his unusual ability to always cave in the heads of his opponents with what could only be describe as an art. The maul could almost be heard whistling through the air right before the impact. Next, the hard crack of bone before continuing on its trajectory. Arterial spray misting the air as the body lurches to the ground. Pathok used to enjoy battle, revel in the bloodshed. But after that night when the Gathakutha tribe attacked, he feels not but the burning hate he fosters for the enemy that is no more. Pathok, being devoid of emotion is slow to anger. If you do manage to enrage him, gods help the poor sole that finds themselves at the other end of his maul