Elysande Hale, Female Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. Her white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: She is unhospitable to her core. Her small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. She is accommodating to her spouse and as such limits her hospitality. She is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven herself a capable leader.
History: She was born in the east, but her parents moved at a very young age to the west. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Mason work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mason work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She has since married many spouses, only to have them die. She claims to not be responsible.
Motivation: An old rival family wants her found; and wishes to resurrect an old love
Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Mason
Voice: Jittery and nervous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Human, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Draconic, Goblin, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 60 gp. Deep green spinel (150 gp).
Maagog Wystongjiir, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Apothecary. He carries a battered longbow and tarnished warhammer as well. He has done his best to style his red crest to look like a famous performer. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister
Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Dragonborn, Lawful Good (CR 14)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 56 (14d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Celestial
Attacks Melee +9 / 4d6+4, Ranged +5 / 4d6+0, Grapple +7
Possessions: 200 pp. A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (180 gp).
Reynard Accord, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. This amber eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.
Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.
History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Reynard was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He worked as a nervous Sage and found it very stressful. He has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.
Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Family, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 5)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 22 (5d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 6 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +1 / 2d4-2, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 2 | 1 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.
Scrag Lancaster, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.
History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Scrag took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. He bought a warhammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he's in love
Ideals: Optimist, Opinionated. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Engraver
Voice: Jittery and nervous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Half-Orc, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (2d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Orc, Celestial, Druidic
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Solid gold idol (200 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (80 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp).
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