Ovina Daraln, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: This northern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears bulky brown painted plate armor. She wears her blonde hair up. Her eyes are amber.
Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. She loves being with her children and actually smiles when they are around. She would do anything for them. She dislikes her ex a great deal.
History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Adventurer arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ovina fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and to unite with her sister
Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Adventurer
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'10") Dwarf, Neutral Good (CR 10)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 63 (10d6)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +7 / 3d6+3, Ranged +5 / 3d6+1, Grapple +3
Possessions: 1800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Saphara Linxakasendalor, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a black armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 6'2" when asserting herself. Her brass crest is thinning but still full. She has red eyes.
Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.
History: Saphara was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.
Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is her passion; and meet up once more with her childhood friend
Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Military. Occupation: Doctor
Voice: Sleepy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Dragonborn, Lawful Evil (CR 7)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 50 (7d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d8+2, Ranged +6 / 2d8+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 2 | 2 | 2 |
Possessions: 900 gp. Rhodochrosite (11 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Jet (60 gp). Black star sapphire (1600 gp).
Mormo Sorrow, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a green and violet handkerchief worn on his right side, and carries swords. He has wavy blue hair. His skin is flawless and his red eyes scan people very quickly.
Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.
History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mormo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job
Ideals: Fighting, Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Voice: Mousy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Tiefling, True Neutral (CR 6)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 39 (6d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d6+0, Ranged +3 / 2d6+0, Grapple +0
Possessions: 300 gp. Blue quartz (14 gp). Jet (130 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). Deep green spinel (130 gp).
Kite Moon, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: This tall, slender woman prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. She wears a deerstalker hat to hide her balding. She wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: She is a Brewer first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.
History: She was born in the east, but her parents moved at a very young age to the north. Kite was born on a far eastern forest where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Brewer. She became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.
Motivation: She made a deal with a demon which lead to her current lot in life, and she's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and she is unsatisfied with her job
Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer, Debt. Occupation: Brewer
Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Tabaxi, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 10 (2d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome, Aquan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +4
Possessions: 330 gp. Aquamarine (200 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). 1 Bullseye lantern.
Bimpnottin Cobblelob, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she wears a tan tunic with brown highlights, and long grey pants that bunch up around her shoes. Her hair is short and silver. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.
Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. She moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep her interest for a month it is impressive.
History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Bimpnottin grew up listening to her father's many stories. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Scribe. She has worked as a Scribe like her father before her.
Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand her business
Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Scribe
Voice: French accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'4") Gnome, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 15 (2d6)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Gnome
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 240 gp. Azurite (10 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp).
Laucian Ilphelkiir, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He has shaved his head bald. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.
Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.
History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often
Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Butcher
Voice: Australian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Elf, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Celestial
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 | 0 |
Possessions: 150 gp.
Kilvar Daerdahk, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. He wears his brown hair up. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.
Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.
History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He bought a greatsword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Chaotic Evil (CR 9)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 80 (9d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 18 (+4) | 9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +4 / 3d4+1, Ranged +6 / 3d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 |
Possessions: 1300 gp. A silver and pearl hairclip (30 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Bernard Clifton, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This tall, slender man wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are a pleasant gray.
Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Bernard isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.
History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: To unite with his sister; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Military. Occupation: Beggar
Voice: Sore throat, cough
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 9)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 65 (9d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 3d4+0, Ranged +5 / 3d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 |
Possessions: 1700 gp.
Fistula Fawcett, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. She tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. She has moderate length chestnut hair. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines blue.
Personality: She can speak with the recently deceased. She loves her children and doesn't want them to worry about her. She loves to share her poetry with anyone who is interested.
History: Born in the north to a Shoemaker, Fistula learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 achieved small success as a Shoemaker.
Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister.
Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Family, Job. Occupation: Shoemaker
Voice: Voice breaks
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Half-Orc, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 8 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 200 sp. Onyx (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
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