Uthemar Meliamne, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He stands about 4'10" and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears a mask on his face.
Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is afraid of women and trembles around them
History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and a strong sense of loyalty to half-elven people
Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Occupation: Hunter
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 30 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common, Elven, Draconic, Goblin, Celestial
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +1
Possessions: 70 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Delre Fireforge, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: Her left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and violet handkerchief worn on her left side. Her chestnut hair is lengthy. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: Delre wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.
History: Born in the east to a Mercenary, Delre learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.
Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and she desires to right it.
Ideals: Disciplined, Professionalism. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Can't modulate volume
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'0") Dwarf, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 5 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven, Goblin, Terran, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d6+4, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Charles Hailey, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, marred by chocolates. His tied-back hair is silver. He has gray eyes and a brown hat with a white feather.
Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.
History: He was born into a rich family. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.
Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy
Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Stableman
Voice: Australian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Auran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 500 sp.
Engong Tattersall, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze, and carries falchions. Her golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her brown eyes peer out from beneath her top white hat.
Personality: She is a Fisher first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.
History: Born in the south to a Fisher, Engong learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. A serious injury left her mother unemployed and in need of constant care. Her family became saddled with debt trying to care for her infirm mother. She's also a talented Shepherd, but doesn't like to broadcast it.
Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.
Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Job, Debt. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Speaks with lips pursed
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Half-Orc, Lawful Good (CR 6)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 19 (6d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +6 / 2d6+3, Ranged +5 / 2d6+2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 4 | 3 | 3 |
Possessions: 1000 sp.
Doudra Hashphronyxadyn, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: This woman stands a little under 6'8" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears tattered old clothes. Her white crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: She likes to make people angry or surprised. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.
History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. Her mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.
Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.
Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Layabout
Voice: Ums and uhs a lot
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'8") Dragonborn, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 17 (2d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Ignan
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d6+4, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +4
Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Travok Foamtankard, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: A plain young-adult man, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. He wears an eyepatch.
Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Travok never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.
Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it
Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Family, Religious, In love. Occupation: Sailor
Voice: Australian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 18 (2d10)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven, Terran
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 110 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (500 gp). A small bag of saffron. (20 gp).
Grumbar Berkeley, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His eyes are likewise violet.
Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered
History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.
Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and to reunite with his old friends
Ideals: Logical, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook
Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Half-Orc, Chaotic Evil (CR 17)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 65 (17d12)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +9 / 5d4+3, Ranged +6 / 5d4+0, Grapple +3
Possessions: 11000 gp.
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