Rolen Cithreth, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He has a large blue mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the right. He has hazel eyes.
Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.
History: The child of a Priest, who enjoyed hunting, Rolen was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Rolen took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature flail.
Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to reunite with his old friends
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Shortens vowels
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) | 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +0 / 1d4-2, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 400 sp.
Robert Stanford, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This slender man stands about 5'11". He wears tattered old clothes. He has shaved his head bald. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.
History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to have a good time and be beloved
Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Assassin
Voice: Breathy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Human, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 2 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common, Ignan
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 140 gp. Amethyst (60 gp).
Tatyan Fharngnarthnost, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. She dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her copper crest is singed and shortened. Her gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage son.
History: She was raised in a island tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her sons to still be retired.
Motivation: To unite with her sister; and doesn't want to be a map maker and was forced into it by her family
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Family, Nature. Occupation: Map Maker
Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Dragonborn, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Sylvan, Celestial, Auran
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 220 gp. 1 Banded mail.
Edge Fang, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A middle-aged man, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, and is pretty ugly. He has no fur. His eyes 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. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.
History: Edge was born the youngest of three triplets. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.
Motivation: To unite with his brother; and doesn't want to be a junk dealer and was forced into it by his family
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer
Voice: Draws out vowels
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Tabaxi, Neutral Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Celestial, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +3 / 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: 270 gp. 2 Thunderstones.
Abalaba Fabblestabble, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.
Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.
History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her mother gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her mother, who blamed her for driving them apart. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.
Motivation: Money/treasure.
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Mayor
Voice: Low range voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'2") Gnome, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 4 (-3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome, Terran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Golden pearl (100 gp). 1 Banded mail.
Naal Nailo, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it. His white hair is long and unkept. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his small tan hat.
Personality: Naal 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. Naal is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.
History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Naal has worked very hard to control his curse. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.
Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and to reunite with his absent father
Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Actor
Voice: Smooth and feminine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Elf, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages 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 | 9 |
Possessions: 30 gp.
Tûmhom Stratford, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his nunchaku with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has styled his golden hair well, parting it to the left. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.
History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Tûmhom reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Scribe and was forced into it by his family; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother
Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Family. Occupation: Scribe
Voice: Jamaican accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Half-Orc, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Orc, Terran, Elven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 sp.
Joan Wilmont, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A moderately attractive woman, she wears a violet vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her violet boots flare out at the collars. Her golden hair, when down, is lengthy. Her amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.
History: She got into the Spice Merchant business at a young age. Joan liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She now owns her own business.
Motivation: To be a Adventurer again.
Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Slow speaker
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Half-Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 7
Hit Points 1 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 5 (-3) | 5 (-3) | 8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged -1 / 1d8-3, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 2900 sp.
Arnold Kendall, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.
Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.
History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Arnold took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up greataxe and armor he uses now. He bought a greataxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wishes to resurrect an old love
Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, In love, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer
Voice: Sleepy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 15 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 5 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
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