Aelar Amakiir, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: 4'9" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is typically in his Apothecary uniform. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.
Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He's also a talented Stableman, but doesn't like to broadcast it.
Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Apothecary responsibilities is difficult.
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Can't modulate volume
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 18 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Kody Burton, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.
Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Navigator. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.
History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and meet up once more with his childhood friend
Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer, Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Navigator
Voice: Ums and uhs a lot
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Human, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 6 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Sylvan, Halfling
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +0 / 1d4-2, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Gimgen Durthane, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down. His red hair is long and unkept. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.
Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.
History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Miner arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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 is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Miner
Voice: Aggressive tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 6 (-2) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common, Dwarven, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 500 sp. Sardonyx (40 gp). 1 Banded mail.
Valorean Esstyrlynn, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This slender man stands about 6'6". He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Herbalist. His scarlet crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.
Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.
History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Valorean was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.
Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he loathes his own lifestyle
Flaws: Depressed, Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Herbalist
Voice: Hard of hearing, loud
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 40 gp.
Fulbar Silvereyes, Male Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His tied-back hair is chestnut. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.
Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.
History: Fulbar was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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: He would like to get married and retire.
Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Barkeep
Voice: Timid voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'1") Halfling, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 6 (-2) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 6 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Halfling
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d4-2, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 100 sp. Carnelian (30 gp).
Joser Thorngage, Male Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has brown eyes.
Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Halflings.
History: Joser was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. 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 spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.
Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he is unsatisfied with his job
Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job, Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Guard
Voice: Hissing voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'1") Halfling, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 4 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling, Terran
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, 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: 270 gp. White pearl (90 gp). Amber (90 gp). 2 Alchemist’s fire.
Nurkara Aranore, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Her white hair is knotted and matted. Her eyes are likewise green. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. The war was a terrible time for her, and Nurkara does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.
History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: She is greedy.
Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Stableman
Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'1") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 14 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven, Terran
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 320 gp.
Flame Blossom, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: He stands about 6'8" and is typically in his Butcher uniform. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His orange fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise hazel.
Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Flame isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. 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: Flame hails from a village terrorized by orcs. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and expand his business
Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Butcher
Voice: Irish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'8") Tabaxi, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 3 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 8 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Nil Quinton, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He prefers to wear white clothing when he does not wear armor. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
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 is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.
History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.
Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east.
Ideals: Persistence, Logical, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Crown-heir
Voice: Prounounces S like Z
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Half-Orc, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Orc, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 100 sp. Red-brown spinel (160 gp).
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