Balimaar Hill, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This tall, slender man tends to wear a violet poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.
Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.
History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Eastern European accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 20 gp.
Pelt Of Stars, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
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 fur is cut close to her head. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.
Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.
History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she is greedy
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Tabaxi, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 2000 cp.
Elama Hill, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A moderately attractive woman, she dresses well, wearing yellow shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. Her long white hair reaches down to her waist. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.
Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.
History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Elama was born on a far southern plains where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Bowyer. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.
Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and she uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs
Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Bowyer
Voice: Hissing voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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6 (-2) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d4-2, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 70 gp.
Kiirith Argenthrixus, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: 6'1" and muscular, this eastern man wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. His rusty crest, when down, is lengthy. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: He is fixated on the number 27. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.
History: Gifted from a young age, Kiirith studied abroad. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.
Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally
Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Cartwright
Voice: Gruff and masculine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Dragonborn, True Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 9 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnoll, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d8+3, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 200 gp.
Irann Tiltathana, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her warhammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. She has shaved her head bald. Her brown eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: She thrives on attention. She does whatever is in her power to gain the attention of whomever she deems a fit date. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.
History: She was born on a small isolated farm. Her father took her hunting and taught her how to get in the mind of other creatures. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Performer.
Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally
Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Nature, Job. Occupation: Performer
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 6 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 8 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Giant, Infernal, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +6 / 1d8+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 gp.
Einkil Trueanvil, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a grey shirt, with a red mid length shorts with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His hair is cut close to his head. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.
Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. 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: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.
Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Religious. Occupation: Interpreter
Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'1") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Dwarven, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 90 gp.
Morkral Burrowfound, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull tan iron scale mail. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.
History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Morkral 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. Morkral decided he wanted neither the life of his father 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. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Farmer
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 100 sp. Chrysoprase (70 gp).
Quarion Eathalena, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A moderately attractive man, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His hair is short and black. This violet eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.
Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.
History: He was born in a small plains village. Quarion 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. 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. Quarion 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.
Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Nasally tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Halfling, Infernal
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +6 / 1d4+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 700 sp.
Siffress Gimlen, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: Her right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. She is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around her ears. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines hazel.
Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.
History: The child of a Interpreter, who enjoyed hunting, Siffress was taken on many hunting expeditions. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. She has never given up on her music dream.
Motivation: Dragonborn compassion.
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Sleepy voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'4") Gnome, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 90 gp. A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (100 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (40 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (100 gp). 1 Climber’s kit.
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