Rangrim Gorunn, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dwarf, and stands approximately 4'5". He wears long strands of sapphire and short grey dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, and his gloved hand is found clutching a falchion. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His gray eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: Rangrim is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.
History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Rangrim was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.
Motivation: Money/treasure; and he feels kind of lost in life
Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Stableman
Voice: Smooth and feminine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 16 (2d8)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 2 | 2 |
Possessions: 350 gp.
Bharash Tiammanthyllish, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His bronze crest is knotted and matted. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.
Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of brigands once and for all.
History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. Being a Servant kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.
Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and a deep hatred of brigands
Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Criminal record. Occupation: Servant
Voice: Speaks with lips pursed
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'8") Dragonborn, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Auran
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d6+4, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Dworic Stoutale, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. This amber eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.
Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered
History: Born in the east to a Farmer, Dworic learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Farmer for the past few years.
Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to work out more often
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Farmer
Voice: Spanish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'11") Dwarf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 22 (2d8)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven, Orc, Celestial, Infernal
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 4 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 70 pp. Sard (80 gp). Red spinel (120 gp).
Mumpena Fiddlefen, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: She wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a sai, but if one is not available she will default to her halberd. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. She has wavy golden hair. Her eyes are green and beady.
Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.
History: Mumpena 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 east. She has since lost track of the people in her past.
Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and she has money and likes to spend it
Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Sounds elderly
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'6") Gnome, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 27 (3d10)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome, Draconic
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d8-1, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 300 gp.
Trey Shelley, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is typically in his Mortician uniform. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his ceremonial dagger, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.
History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Trey grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Trey. He now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.
Flaws: Greedy, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: Mousy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Human, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 11 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Banded mail.
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