Brottor Morigak, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: A 4'2" southern man, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.
Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.
History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Stableman work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stableman work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Stableman.
Motivation: Expand his business.
Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Stableman
Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, True Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (3d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven, Ignan, Auran
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Moonstone (80 gp). Black star sapphire (600 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp).
Barbena Eversharp, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: Standing 3'11", this woman wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. She keeps her long red hair kept up in a rat tail. Her hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.
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. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered
History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Her family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. She saw this and took pride in her mother's willingness to do anything to win. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.
Motivation: She feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help; and she is a bit of a kleptomaniac
Ideals: Persistence, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Miner
Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'11") Dwarf, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven, Giant, Elven, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 40 gp.
Enialis Amakiir, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.
Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He receives visions of the future at random moments
History: Enialis was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. 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 unite with his sister; and money/treasure
Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Orc, Infernal
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 150 gp.
Uraim Rumnaheim, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: Standing 4'3", this man tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His hair is chestnut and curly. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.
History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Uraim has worked very hard to control his curse. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out
Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: In love, Slave. Occupation: Tanner
Voice: Stutters
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Gnoll, Orc, Terran
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, 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: 300 gp.
Hubert Clinton, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.
Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.
History: The child of a Tanner, who enjoyed hunting, Hubert was taken on many hunting expeditions. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. After a long history of fighting, Hubert and his spouse have recently divorced.
Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and someone believes him a fraud
Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer
Voice: Booming voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 11 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Ignan, Elven, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d8-1, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 400 gp.
Aasathra Hashphronyxadyn, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: She tends to wear a large black jacket. She carries a battered sai and tarnished bastard sword as well. Her red crest has been sun bleached extensively. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.
Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.
History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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. Aasathra fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Smooth and feminine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Sylvan, Gnome
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, 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: 4000 cp. 2 Thunderstones.
Erevan Zhanini, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a violet shirt with thin black vertical stripes and grey pants. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has brown eyes.
Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.
History: He got into the Healer business at a young age. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.
Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg
Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Hollow voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Half-Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 500 sp. Blue quartz (16 gp).
Joan Tatum, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: This southern woman wears a worn and beaten armor. Her clothes are grease stained in places. Her silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.
Personality: Joan 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 is fiercely devoted to her father, and views her father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating her from her legal half-brother.
History: When she was but 6 years old her parents immigrated from the south. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the south were limited. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Miller they were divorced and she won custody of their daughter. She worked as a Body Guard, and she later adopted a second daughter.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Body Guard and was forced into it by her family; and marry her brother to traveling adventurers
Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Body Guard
Voice: Sounds elderly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 5 (-3) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 7
Languages Common, Orc, Aquan, Celestial
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple -1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 70 gp.
Sekhmet Doom, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: An older woman who wears skinny pants and wears a green and tan robe with the hood down, she is not a threatening figure. She has wavy chestnut hair. 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 likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.
History: She was born in the east, but her parents moved at a very young age to the west. A freak accident while working with her Spy mother left her crippled. She left for the east, certain she would find work there.
Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and she is content
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Old thin voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Tiefling, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc, Gnome, Infernal
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 60 gp. Brown-green garnet (130 gp).
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