Mugrunden Imbixtellrhyst, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'3" when asserting himself. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are likewise gold.
Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.
History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Mugrunden has worked very hard to control his curse. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: Many drow want him driven away; and he's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Spits words with contempt
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Dragonborn, Chaotic Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 10 (4d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Goblin
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d10+3, Ranged +5 / 1d10+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 8000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.
Thoradin Morigak, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: An older man who dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, he is not a threatening figure. His silver hair is still thick. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.
Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.
History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.
Motivation: He has a crush on the local Guard; and to settle down with his crush
Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Slave, Has a crush. Occupation: Spy
Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Dwarven, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 1700 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
John Remington, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: A 6'0" southern man, he prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.
Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.
History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has never given up on his writing dream.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg
Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Old thin voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 11)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 67 (11d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +5 / 3d8+1, Ranged +4 / 3d8+0, Grapple +1
Possessions: 2500 gp. Golden pearl (50 gp). Golden pearl (50 gp).
Dalaba Turen, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Gnome, and stands approximately 3'6". She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it, and her gloved hand is found clutching a halberd. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. She is baby faced.
Personality: She speaks before she thinks and is too direct. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.
History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Mercenary hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'6") Gnome, Lawful Good (CR 9)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 70 (9d10)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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7 (-2) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +1 / 3d4-2, Ranged +2 / 3d4-1, Grapple -1
Possessions: 900 gp. Lapis lazuli (15 gp). Hematite (15 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Golden pearl (40 gp). Lapis lazuli (15 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp). Golden pearl (40 gp). Lapis lazuli (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Salasar Tiammanthyllish, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a green cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. His green crest is still thick. He has gleaming, smiling gold eyes.
Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. The war was a terrible time for him, and Salasar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.
History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Salasar 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 Salasar. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.
Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Slurs words
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Dragonborn, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 13 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 2 |
Possessions: 300 gp.
Griselda Clapham, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: She is lean but muscular and wears a robe, a symbol of luck around her neck, and a scythe on her belt. Her white hair is unkempt and raggedy. She has a tattooed face.
Personality: A deeply religious woman she believes everything happens for a reason. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.
History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Her father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her father was legitimate. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: To prove her worth to the world; and her religion dominates her actions
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Priest
Voice: Pronounces O like U
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Human, True Neutral (CR 7)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 35 (7d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d8+1, Ranged +4 / 2d8+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 1000 gp.
Aust Ostoroth, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears an entirely blue suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. After coming to the age of reason, Aust took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aust fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Dragonborn compassion; and further expansion of business
Ideals: Optimist, Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Occupation: Junk Dealer
Voice: Scottish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 11 (2d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Goblin, Terran, Halfling
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
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