Vlorn Shadowquick, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a red coat. His brown hair is heavily combed to the right. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.
Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.
History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature lance.
Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.
Ideals: Passionate, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant
Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'11") Halfling, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling, Undercommon, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 120 gp. Chrysoberyl (40 gp).
Moon Candle, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: He is wearing a long, pastel cloak. He is physically well-built. His fur is cinnamon, silky, and of moderate length. His copper eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes drow are coming to abduct people. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.
History: Moon was born the youngest of three triplets. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tiefling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tiefling doctor. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.
Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard
Voice: Speaks with back of mouth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Tabaxi, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 190 gp. Moss agate (9 gp). Pink pearl (130 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp).
Conrad Hamilton, Male Human [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. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. He has blue eyes.
Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Fletcher who has hired him part-time. He is obsessed with his god.
History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He bought a spear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Has a crush, Religious, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher
Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Human, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 18 (+4) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +6
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Trail In the Wind, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: She is an average looking eastern female in her early mid-life. She is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Her fur, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: Trail is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.
History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. After a long history of fighting, Trail and her spouse have recently divorced.
Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally
Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Sailor
Voice: Raspy
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Tabaxi, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 2 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Auran
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 240 gp. 1 Crowbar.
Cockaby Beren, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: This northern man wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His clothes are grease stained in places. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.
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. He plays an instrument quite well.
History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Cockaby was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Mayor. 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 wants revenge against goblins; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac
Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Mayor
Voice: Slurs words
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'5") Gnome, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Gnome, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 10 pp. Iolite (50 gp).
Ivellios Casilltenirra, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man is very fat, and is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Ivellios will drive conversation. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.
History: Born to a Sellsword, his father struggled to pay the bills. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often.
Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Sounds elderly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Infernal, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Red-brown spinel (120 gp).
Travok Trueanvil, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull green iron scale mail. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.
Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.
History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Laborer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Laborer.
Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg
Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Laborer
Voice: Smoker's lung
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Terran, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.
Stacee Porridgepot, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a simple red robe with grey stripes complete with hood. She has a very tight haircut. This amber eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.
Personality: She is fixated on the number 52. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She takes great pride in her work and is very well organized. Her planner is full of calendar events.
History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Stacee was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.
Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to find somewhere to settle down
Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Military. Occupation: Shipwright
Voice: Hard of hearing, loud
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'9") Halfling, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 2 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 6 (-2) | 5 (-3) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 7 |
Possessions: 700 sp.
Bendoo Cotton, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. She carries a battered flail and tarnished spear as well. Her black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.
History: Bendoo lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her first spouse was a Barkeep, they had one son, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. She became a Server soon after.
Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting, Persistence, Joker. Bonds: Family, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Server
Voice: Whispers
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Half-Orc, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc, Elven
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d4+4, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 3000 cp.
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