Naal Amastacia, Male Elf [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. He wears his brown hair down. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.
History: Naal hails from a village terrorized by orcs. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Naal has worked very hard to control his curse. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Naal was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often.
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Scribe
Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 6 (-2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Undercommon, Aquan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 290 gp. 2 Thunderstones.
Himo Ilphelkiir, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He wears blue painted combat armor at almost all times. His head has been shaved. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Healer business.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. 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: Money/treasure; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes
Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Spits words with contempt
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Infernal, Gnome
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 6000 cp.
Everard Peyton, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This tall, slender man wears a brown vest and prefers grey and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.
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 has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.
History: Everard 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. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.
Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark
Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Animal Trainer
Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 9 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Goblin
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +5
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 200 gp. Solid gold idol (400 gp). Old masterpiece painting (400 gp).
Smoking Of Storm, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his shortbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His red fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.
Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.
History: Smoking was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.
Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact
Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Mayor
Voice: Italian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Tabaxi, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 18 (+4) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d6+4, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +5
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Direcris Raghthroknaar, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He dresses well, wearing green shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His eyes are likewise red.
Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.
History: Direcris was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bounty Hunter.
Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Bounty Hunter responsibilities is difficult.
Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Voice: High pitched, excited
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Dragonborn, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 12 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Ignan, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 200 gp.
Kiirith Zzzxaaxthroth, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and he perpetually has his quarterstaff ready. He keeps his white crest in a pixie cut. 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 not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.
History: Kiirith was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kiirith fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.
Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sculptor
Voice: Can't modulate volume
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 5 (-3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Giant, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 130 gp. Red spinel (120 gp). Amethyst (120 gp). 1 Good lock.
Thorpe High-hill, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a red costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. He has no hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.
Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.
History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.
Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Religious, Military. Occupation: Sellsword
Voice: Creaky witch voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'10") Halfling, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling, Dwarven, Orc
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Abad Honor, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His blue hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are white.
Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of gnolls once and for all.
History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His parents were killed by gnolls in a raid when he was still a young child. The gnolls captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and someone believes him a fraud
Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Brewer
Voice: Dark and ominous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Tiefling, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Chain shirt.
Gunnloda Frostbeard, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. She has a long white ponytail with little hanging trinkets. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines brown.
Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. She is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. She now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: To reunite with her absent father; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs
Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family, Religious. Occupation: Butcher
Voice: Dark and ominous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven, Elven
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 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Bullseye lantern.
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