Drifting Candle, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A plain young-adult woman, she wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her morningstar with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She has done her best to style her red fur to look like a famous performer. She wears a mask on her face.
Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Drifting embodies much of what other species detest in the Tabaxis. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her mother.
History: The child of northern immigrants she idolized her mother. Drifting 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 has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Marshal and was forced into it by her family; and marry her brother to traveling adventurers
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Family. Occupation: Marshal
Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 19 (4d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Terran, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d10+0, Ranged +2 / 1d10+0, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 25000 cp. Tourmaline (100 gp). Red garnet (100 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.
Morkral Fireforge, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a husky man, who wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. 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 hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. A true patriot, Morkral would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.
History: Morkral was born with his father's beautiful face. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.
Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.
Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Military, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer
Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech
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 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 6 (-2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common, Dwarven, Terran, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 50 gp. Banded agate (10 gp).
Eiravel Staurheim, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears tattered old clothes. He has a very tight haircut. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.
History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he's in love
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Miner
Voice: Raspy
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Half-Elf, True Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 18 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Infernal, Druidic, Gnome
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 90 pp. Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp). Red-brown spinel (50 gp). Sard (40 gp).
Lance Dryden, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A middle-aged man, he is renowned for his bright grey suits and hats, and is pretty ugly. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. 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 can speak with the recently deceased. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.
History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.
Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom
Ideals: Gifted, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Fearful, Mundane. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Smoker's lung
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 800 sp. Red garnet (120 gp).
Erias Aranore, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a grey shirt, with a yellow mid length shorts with yellow tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.
Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.
History: He was born in a small plains village. Erias liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and to get a good night's sleep
Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard
Voice: Scratchy, weak
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'11") Dwarf, Neutral Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven, Auran, Giant
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple +5
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 sp.
Elegant Of Clay, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. She keeps her red fur in a flapper bob. Her amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Locksmith born in the past three hundred years. The war was a terrible time for her, and Elegant does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.
History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Locksmith work with an outfit from a few towns over. Locksmith work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She has achieved small success as a Locksmith.
Motivation: To be a Roofer again; and she is unsatisfied with her job
Flaws: Disease, Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Locksmith
Voice: Hissing voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, 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 | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 gp. Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Malachite (8 gp). Red garnet (70 gp).
Wrenn Silverthread, Male Gnome [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He stands about 3'2" and wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His white leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are likewise hazel.
Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.
History: Wrenn was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. 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: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people.
Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Occupation: Baker
Voice: Scottish accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'2") Gnome, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Wobbles Wildwander, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He invites people to come help in his community garden.
History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Wobbles has worked very hard to control his curse. He now spends his time doing works of charity.
Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world
Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Voice: Eastern European accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'2") Gnome, Neutral Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 14 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 19 (+4) | 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Gnome, Giant, Terran, Celestial
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Breastplate.
Nim Firahel, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is obsessed with finding treasure.
History: Nim lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. He has since lost track of the people in his past.
Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and meet up once more with his childhood friend
Flaws: Insomniac, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Interpreter
Voice: Old Prospector
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Half-Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Terran, Abyssal, Goblin
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
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