Tarhun Xephyrbahnor, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: This man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He wears a colorful flower in his brass crest. His eyes are gold.
Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.
History: He was raised in a forest tribe. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.
Motivation: He is greedy; and he's looking for his big break
Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Dragonborn, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 13 (2d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 400 gp.
Mialee Qualanthri, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. She is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around her ears. Her eyes are blue and beady.
Personality: She considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. She is obsessed with her god.
History: Mialee was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the south, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the south for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way north. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Fortune-teller they were divorced and she won custody of their daughter. She worked as a Map Maker, and she later adopted a second daughter.
Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs.
Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Guardian, Religious, Family. Occupation: Map Maker
Voice: pre-pubescent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 5 | 0 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Arara Eathalena, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This woman is very fat, and wears tattered old clothes. Her hair is cut close to her head. Her eyes are gray.
Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of brigands once and for all.
History: Arara was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by brigands. Arara was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the brigands.
Motivation: She wants revenge against brigands; and she's repulsed by the pc
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Stylist
Voice: Timid voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 22 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Halfling, Infernal
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +6 / 1d8+4, Grapple +4
Possessions: 200 gp.
Dadalan Esstyrlynn, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He is physically well-built. He wears his silver crest up. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.
Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.
History: Dadalan was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.
Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion
Ideals: Opinionated, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Merchant
Voice: Hard of hearing, loud
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 7 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Celestial
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d4+4, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 3 | 1 |
Possessions: 200 sp.
Cockaby Folkor, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He has a large blue mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his green robe. His hair is blonde and very short. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.
History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Carter work with an outfit from a few towns over. Carter work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.
Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and wants to open a new tavern
Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave, Job, In love. Occupation: Carter
Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'8") Gnome, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 14 (1d10)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 19 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple -1
Possessions: 1000 cp.
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