Ethereal Thundercloud, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: She is an average looking western female in her early mid-life. She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. She has beige fur. Her hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.
History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. She always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She has been saving her money to try and buy her brother's freedom.
Motivation: Money/treasure; and an old rival family wants her found
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Ploughman
Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Tabaxi, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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7 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Gnome
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d6-2, 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 |
Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Half-Plate.
Nicor Ecstasy, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: This northern man prefers to wear flannel. His clothes are grease stained in places. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines black.
Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.
History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Through the years after Nicor was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Nicor's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Sounds elderly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Tiefling, Chaotic Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 7
Hit Points 15 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 5 (-3) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Elven, Gnome
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged -1 / 1d8-3, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 500 sp. Aquamarine (600 gp). Chrysoberyl (120 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Baern Foamtankard, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dwarf, and stands approximately 4'5". He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats, and his gloved hand is found clutching a pickaxe. He has no hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Bookbinder but believes his peers are too gung-ho.
History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. A gifted student he started as a Fortune-teller, but he got bored and became a Bookbinder. He tends to his Bookbinder job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.
Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to open a new tavern
Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Bookbinder
Voice: American accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 6 (3d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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8 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d8-1, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 5 |
Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Shane Fawcett, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This man wears a brown collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his right hand. His hair is long and brown with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. He has violet eyes.
Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Shane fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Money/treasure.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Locksmith
Voice: Sounds elderly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Human, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 160 gp.
Tordek Ironfist, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He carries a battered shortbow and tarnished mace as well. He has shaved his head bald. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.
Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.
History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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. Tordek fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to share knowledge with the world
Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Brewer
Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 2 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 6 (-2) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 6 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven, Auran, Infernal, Draconic
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 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Emerald Of Passion, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: Standing 5'2", this woman wears a pastel armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. She wears a colorful flower in her gray fur. Her green eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her father.
History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.
Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the west; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Adventurer
Voice: Creaky witch voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Tabaxi, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 17 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Ignan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 100 gp. 2 Thunderstones.
Rose Fatrabbit, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: A pudgy woman standing about 3'2" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is typically in her Stylist uniform. Her long silver hair reaches down to her waist. Her eyes are a pleasant violet.
Personality: She hates gnolls. She views them as having robbed her home of its proper glory. She has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.
History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Stylist arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When Rose reached her early adolescence her Halfling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She's also a talented Marshal, but doesn't like to broadcast it.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and she is unsatisfied with her job
Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Rich, Military. Occupation: Stylist
Voice: Scratchy, weak
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'2") Halfling, Neutral Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling, Draconic, Goblin
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 370 gp. Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp).
Bethrynna Siannodel, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. With wild blonde hair. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines violet.
Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure she is not cheated out of a speck.
History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and retire the richest woman in the north
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Cook
Voice: French accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Elf, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 19 (+4) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +6 / 1d4+4, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 4000 cp. Coral (50 gp).
Left-Handed Thundercloud, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: He stands about 6'5" and wears baggy brown pantaloons and a yellow scarf. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.
Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is an amazing painter.
History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Left-Handed was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.
Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Thin and wheezing
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 6 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 10 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 1900 sp.
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