Cloud Moon, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: He dresses like a well dressed Brewer does. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His lavender fur is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are green.
Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.
History: Cloud was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He now owns his own business.
Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and expand his business
Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Brewer
Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Tabaxi, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Terran
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 2000 cp.
Cressel Clandestine, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his dagger, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His dark red hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears a mask on his face.
Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.
History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has never given up on his writing dream.
Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Tiefling, Lawful Good (CR 8)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 44 (8d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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19 (+4) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Halfling, Auran
Attacks Melee +7 / 2d10+4, Ranged +2 / 2d10-1, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 14 | 4 | 4 | 3 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 110 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Simon Meliamne, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.
Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.
History: He comes from a rich western family. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 15 years.
Motivation: Money/treasure; and to be a healer again
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Scribe
Voice: Scratchy, weak
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Half-Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 18 (4d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d10+0, Ranged +3 / 1d10+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 16000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.
Makaria Fright, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: She is a mite stocky and wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a whip, but if one is not available she will default to her greataxe. She has done her best to style her black hair to look like a famous performer. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.
Personality: She is unhospitable to her core. Her small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.
History: Makaria was born with her mother's beautiful face. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.
Motivation: Wants her loneliness to end; and she would like to get married and retire
Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Tiefling, Neutral Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 11 (4d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling, Orc
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +2 / 1d10+0, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 100 gp. Rock crystal (80 gp). Iolite (80 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). 3 Smokesticks. 3 Tanglefoot bags. 1 Antitoxin. 4 Alchemist’s fire.
Dayereth Floshem, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: Standing 5'2", this man prefers to wear flannel. He has white hair. His eyes are gray.
Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.
History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.
Motivation: He has a crush on the local Beggar; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, Military, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Blacksmith
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 4)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 22 (4d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d10-1, Ranged +2 / 1d10+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 3 | 2 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Melech Chaos, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: He wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. He carries with him a set of halberds on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. His hair is purple and curly. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. 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 to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Melech took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has money and likes to spend it
Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer
Voice: Scratchy, weak
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Tiefling, True Neutral (CR 8)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 21 (8d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnoll, Aquan, Gnome
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d10+0, Ranged +6 / 2d10+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 500 gp. Malachite (8 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Amber (40 gp). Jasper (20 gp).
Shava Raethran, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She wears dull tan sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed axe, just in case. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. She has wavy white hair. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are gray.
Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.
History: A child with a great deal of painting talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she's in love
Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Scribe
Voice: High pitched, excited
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 18 (2d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Halfling
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 50 gp.
Wiggens Rofferton, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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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 brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.
History: He was raised in a island tribe. When Wiggens reached his early adolescence his Gnome father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Pacifist. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Military. Occupation: Shipwright
Voice: Booming voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Gnome, Chaotic Neutral (CR 12)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 38 (12d6)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome, Halfling
Attacks Melee +5 / 3d10+1, Ranged +5 / 3d10+1, Grapple +6
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 3 | 3 | 3 | 3 |
Possessions: 2000 gp. Citrine (40 gp). Chrysoberyl (40 gp). Silver pearl (40 gp). Blue quartz (11 gp). Hematite (11 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). Malachite (11 gp).
Pandjed Esstyrlynn, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a black small hat and black clothes. He keeps his rusty crest in a pixie cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.
History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.
Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.
Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Sculptor
Voice: Loud with bravado
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Dragonborn, Neutral Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 6 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Draconic
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 1400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
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