Pelt In the Morning, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and carries shortbows. He has wavy cinnamon fur. 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's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.
History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with his Miner mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep
Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Occupation: Engraver
Voice: Breathy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'9") Tabaxi, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome, Ignan, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1000 cp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (40 gp).
Ombul Wildcloak, Male Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man stands a little under 3'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a white vest and prefers tan and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. 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 inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.
Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Halfling, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 1 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 5000 cp.
Burto Nimblefingers, Male Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is wearing a long, red cloak. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He enjoys reading and quiet.
History: Burto lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Stylist work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stylist work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. 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. Burto fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: To pay off his debts; and an old rival family wants him found
Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Family, Job, Debt. Occupation: Stylist
Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'2") Halfling, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 11 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 250 gp.
Wella Hilltopple, Female Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she likes to wear red tank tops with white skirt. She wears her auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. Her green eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of her. She is by nature obliging.
History: Wella was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 south. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.
Motivation: To pay off her debts; and she made a deal with a demon which lead to her current lot in life, and she's becoming increasingly nervous about it
Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Family, Debt. Occupation: Jeweler
Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'1") Halfling, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 6 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 5 (-3) | 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling, Dwarven, Goblin
Attacks Melee -1 / 1d6-3, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 60 pp.
Nogu Wakefield, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She is an attractive woman, lean and moderately muscular. She dresses like a well dressed Barkeep does. She keeps her long red hair kept up in a rat tail. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.
History: She was born in a small forest village. She worked as a nervous Barkeep and found it very stressful. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Barkeep.
Motivation: Expand her business.
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep
Voice: Dutch accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Half-Orc, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 160 gp.
Bella Swiftwhistle, Female Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she wears skinny pants and wears a white and black robe with the hood down. She has slicked back brown hair. Her eyes are likewise blue. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.
History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. She moved out east to avoid the crime she committed. Recently she has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.
Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal
Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Doctor
Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'10") Halfling, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 3 (-4) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 6 (-2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common, Halfling, Infernal, Orc
Attacks Melee -2 / 1d4-4, 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 |
Possessions: 4000 cp.
Erias Goblinbane, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, marred by beers. His hair is long and black with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.
History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. 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: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: Excited and jittery
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 3000 cp.
Mordai Care, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. His hair is purple and very short. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.
History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and expand his business
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Miner
Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Tiefling, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc, Abyssal, Celestial
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +5
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Kilvar Aranore, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man is dressed in an above average manner. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His white hair is still thick. He wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. 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 raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Blacksmith arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. He now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and his religion dominates his actions
Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Blacksmith
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'0") Dwarf, Neutral Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 16 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 3 Alchemist’s fire.
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