Bimpnottin Ironhide, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. Her white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her ears are large.
Personality: She takes her job very seriously, in part because she fears she cannot get a new one. She invites people to come help in her community garden.
History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. A gifted student she started as a Brewer, but she got bored and became a Bounty Hunter. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and further expansion of business
Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Voice: Low range voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'6") Gnome, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Gnome, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 400 gp.
Orianna Love, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. She has done her best to style her silver hair to look like a famous performer. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines white.
Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.
History: She comes from a rich eastern family. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. 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 has money and likes to spend it.
Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Painter
Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Tiefling, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 11 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 1000 cp.
Jade Of Clay, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This late middle aged woman wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society and is in decent physical shape. Her white fur is braided into rings. She has hazel eyes.
Personality: She takes her job very seriously, in part because she fears she cannot get a new one. The war was a terrible time for her, and Jade does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.
History: Jade was born with her mother's beautiful face. She was an apprentice working in her mother's forge. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.
Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs
Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military, Attractive. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Switch between two voices
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Tabaxi, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 11 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 1100 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Fistula Staurheim, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright white and black, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems, and she perpetually has her halberd ready. Her chestnut hair is thinning but still full. She has a dull look in her blue eyes.
Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. She can't help but pocket interesting objects she comes across
History: A child with a great deal of writing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. 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. Fistula fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: She has decided she is irredeemable; and she loathes her own lifestyle
Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Attractive. Occupation: Performer
Voice: Sore throat, cough
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Half-Orc, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 70 gp.
Forcas Sage, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A 6'1" western 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 top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has gleaming, smiling silver eyes.
Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Unemployed born in the past three hundred years. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.
History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He worked as a nervous Unemployed and found it very stressful. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.
Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Dark and ominous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Tiefling, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 1800 sp.
Percival Jacobs, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a brown collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He sports a flattop hair cut. His brown eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Percival's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.
History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. 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 seems to be bored by most things; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions
Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Sensual and smooth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Human, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 11 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Sylvan
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 | 0 |
Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Good lock.
Eberk Burrowfound, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, and he perpetually has his greataxe ready. His hair is short and golden. His green eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed grey hat.
Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.
History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eberk fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and to unite with his brother
Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Artistic. Bonds: Family, In love, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: French accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 14 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 240 gp. 1 Banded mail.
Ahvain Wilmont, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and wears a yellow collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a pastel scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.
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 seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.
History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. 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: Wants his loneliness to end; and he loathes his own lifestyle
Ideals: Persistence, Philantrophist, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Hunter
Voice: Dark and ominous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Abyssal, Orc, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 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 | 0 |
Possessions: 140 gp.
Margery Mystralath, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her hair is cut close to her head. Her face is scarred and worn.
Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.
History: Margery was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her mother gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her mother, who blamed her for driving them apart. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with her old friends
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Banker
Voice: Can't modulate volume
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Half-Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
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