Quillathe Mystralath, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. She has wavy red hair. She wears a mask on her face.
Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Quillathe embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. She is afraid of women and trembles around them
History: Her father raised her in a mountain cabin. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She bought a halberd and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Brewer
Voice: Nasally tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 3 | 1 | 0 |
Possessions: 90 gp.
Balifra Trueanvil, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. She wears a brown tunic with green highlights, and long tan pants that bunch up around her shoes. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.
Personality: This woman loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. She is a thrill seeker, she laughs at people and throws down challenges. She is highly competitive and combative.
History: She comes from a rich southern family. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Balifra took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up greatsword and armor she uses now. She now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Stylist
Voice: Nasally tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'1") Dwarf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 19 (2d8)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 18 (+4) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Elven, Aquan, Undercommon, Goblin
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 1100 sp.
Hadarai Sibilans, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He sports a flattop hair cut. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Junk Dealer born in the past three hundred years. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.
History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.
Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he wants to meet his childhood hero
Flaws: Addict, Selfish. Bonds: Job, Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer
Voice: Thin and wheezing
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Half-Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 13 (2d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Giant, Orc, Auran
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +3
Possessions: 1000 cp.
Jelenneth Caerdonel, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.
Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. She misses her home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.
History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. Through the years after Jelenneth was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Jelenneth's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. During her travels, Jelenneth and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Jelenneth discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Jelenneth fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.
Motivation: She would like to get married and retire; and she wants to get laid
Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Miner
Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 13 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Abyssal, Ignan
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Wella Hogcollar, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a red coat. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly scimitars and glaives. She wears her white hair down. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.
Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.
History: Her druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Wella took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor she uses now. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.
Motivation: She is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and she will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact
Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Performer
Voice: pre-pubescent
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'11") Halfling, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 16
Hit Points 8 (1d6)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 20 (+5) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Halfling, Gnome
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +7 / 1d4+5, Grapple +5
Possessions: 30 gp.
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