Shamil Nopenstallen, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: She is a mite stocky and is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. She wears a deerstalker hat to cover her moderate length black hair. She has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.
Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.
History: Shamil hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. Her martial abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and many gnolls want her driven away
Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Hunter
Voice: Old Prospector
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Gnome, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome, Celestial
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1000 cp.
Kasdeya Severity, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She wears tattered old clothes. Her chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.
Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. She haggles over everything, upselling her goods and buying cheap. She is persistent in everything.
History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Through the years after Kasdeya was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Kasdeya's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.
Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.
Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Barber
Voice: Relaxed voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Tiefling, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Hugh Clayden, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with yellow slacks. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length red hair. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Healer. Hugh is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.
History: The child of a Sellsword, who enjoyed hunting, Hugh was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Hugh took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.
Motivation: Expand his business; and to unite with his sister
Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Family, Nature. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 2 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 6 (-2) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 200 sp.
Ogbur Marlee, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: Ogbur hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. 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: He was raised in a plains tribe. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature monstrous two handed axe.
Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Low range voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Half-Orc, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 19 (+4) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d4+4, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 20 pp.
Riardon Fasharash, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This man stands a little under 5'2" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a fancy violet suit. He has moderate length white hair. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his top violet hat.
Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. The war was a terrible time for him, and Riardon does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.
History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bookbinder.
Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to be a courier again
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder
Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Half-Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Ignan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 800 sp. Rhodochrosite (9 gp).
Mozikth Hashphronyxadyn, Male Dragonborn [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 a green feathered hat and green clothes. His green crest is unkempt and raggedy. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.
Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He receives visions of the future at random moments
History: Mozikth was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Mozikth was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Mozikth decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Being a Seamstress kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.
Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.
Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Seamstress
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Dragonborn, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Auran, Elven, Celestial
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 4000 cp.
Nithther Hshhsstoroth, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his pastel robe. His copper crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. 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 believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.
History: Born in the south to a Ploughman, Nithther learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Ploughman. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Ploughman.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg
Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Ploughman
Voice: Scottish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 2 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Aquan, Draconic, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 800 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). 1 Banded mail.
Naamah Art, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. Her black eyes peer out from beneath her small green hat.
Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her mother.
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. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Naamah took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up falchion and armor she uses now. She bought a falchion and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the north; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally
Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Tiefling, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Draconic, Celestial
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 sp.
Adrex Kimbatuul, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: A 6'5" eastern man, he dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His crest is gold and very short. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Actor but believes his peers are too gung-ho.
History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Adrex alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.
Motivation: Revenge; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it
Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Actor
Voice: Italian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Dragonborn, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Undercommon, Draconic, Giant
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 4000 cp.
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