Felosial Elsing, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This woman tends to wear a violet poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amber on her right hand. She wears a broad hat to hide her balding. Her half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.
Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She is accommodating to her spouse and as such limits her hospitality. She is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven herself a capable leader.
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. Her father was a soldier and died while she was still young. Felosial was left her father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.
Motivation: She is greedy; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, In love, Military. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: American accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Half-Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Ignan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 sp. Bloodstone (20 gp).
Pyntle Albaratie, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: An older woman who wears dull tan sweaters, loose pastel pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed trident, just in case, she is not a threatening figure. Her red hair is wavy and long. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.
Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.
History: She was born at the edge of vast desert. Being born in the east, 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 east 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 north. She has been saving her money to try and buy her sister's freedom.
Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle; and marry her sister to traveling adventurers
Ideals: Joker, Optimist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Banker
Voice: Jittery and nervous
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'0") Gnome, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 700 sp.
Vlorn Nimblefingers, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses like a well dressed Spice Merchant does. His brown hair is heavily combed to the right. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. Vlorn enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.
History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He worked as a nervous Spice Merchant and found it very stressful. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.
Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Farmer accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'11") Halfling, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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8 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling, Auran, Terran, Druidic
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Fulbar Hogcollar, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his whip with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a very tight haircut. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: Fulbar is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.
History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His childhood dream was to be a Jeweler, but he was a colossal failure. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Knight for hire.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and further expansion of business
Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Knight
Voice: Dark and ominous
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Halfling, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 2 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 6 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 130 pp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Wella Underbough, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she prefers to wear flannel. Her tied-back hair is white. Her blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: She acts crazy and hedonistic. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.
History: Born to a Bellfounder, her father struggled to pay the bills. Her parents enrolled her in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that she could practice her druidic talents. During her travels, Wella and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Wella discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Wella fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.
Motivation: She would like to get married and retire; and wants a kiss
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: Australian accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'0") Halfling, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Târz Pinkerton, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Orcs. His skin is dark but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.
Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.
History: He got into the Priest business at a young age. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor
Ideals: Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest
Voice: High pitched, excited
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'9") Half-Orc, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 20 gp.
Hobart Greenleaf, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.
History: Hobart was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature pickaxe.
Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he desires power and/or immortality
Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman
Voice: Cold and demanding tone
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'11") Halfling, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 50 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Thorin Caebrek, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His red hair is knotted and matted. His green eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson brown hat.
Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.
History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. After a long history of fighting, Thorin and his spouse have recently divorced.
Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Elven artifacts is his passion.
Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Engraver
Voice: Mousy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Dwarven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 40 gp. Rock crystal (30 gp).
Kabbarg Spaulding, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: This western woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears a white armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. Her moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
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. The occasional robbery is her preferred attention getting crime, but she mainly uses her means for meeting her own perverse desires.
History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. While she appears to be a normal Half-Orc, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.
Motivation: She has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day; and she has decided she is irredeemable
Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Cynical. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal
Voice: High pitched and raspy
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Half-Orc, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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20 (+5) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +7 / 1d4+5, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +5
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 40 pp. Chalcedony (50 gp). 1 Banded mail.
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