Raer Watson, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a longsword on his belt. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.
History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A freak accident while working with his Merchant father left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.
Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Mundane. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Courier
Voice: Voice breaks
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Half-Elf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Chain shirt.
Flak Gyula, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: This man wears just a black suit. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his left hand. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.
History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Bellfounder work with an outfit from a few towns over. Bellfounder work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.
Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and wants to open a new tavern
Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Nature, Job. Occupation: Bellfounder
Voice: Smoker's lung
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Half-Orc, Neutral Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 16 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 400 gp. Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Blue quartz (9 gp). 4 Tanglefoot bags.
Jelenneth Liadon, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft white waves gently in the breeze. Her black hair is thinning but still full. Her blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.
Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. She is very protective of her business, her home, and her spouse. She is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.
History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. 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. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.
Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she has decided she is irredeemable
Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith
Voice: Hard of hearing, loud
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Ignan
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 60 gp. Rose (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Stannor Whispermouse, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: He stands about 3'1" and wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Stannor fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.
Ideals: Pacifist, Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Priest
Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'1") Halfling, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling, Undercommon, Abyssal, Druidic
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, 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: 600 sp.
Vrondiss Ghaallixirn, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and he perpetually has his dagger ready. His crest is short and white. His face is scarred and worn.
Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.
History: Born to a Miner, his father struggled to pay the bills. 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 dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Vrondiss fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Actor
Voice: Sore throat, cough
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Dragonborn, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 1 Banded mail.
Rose Reedfellow, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright white and grey, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. She has styled her black hair well, parting it to the left. Her eyes are likewise green. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: She takes her job very seriously, in part because she fears she cannot get a new one. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.
History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Rose took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up longbow and armor she uses now. Recently the stress of being a Slave Trader has made it difficult for her to sleep.
Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg
Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Job, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader
Voice: Relaxed voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'10") Halfling, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 170 gp.
Joan Leighton, Female Human [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 prefers to wear flannel. Her chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. This gray eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.
Personality: She is a jovial happy person, but she is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. She works hard and plays hard.
History: A powerful wizard made her what she is. In her 11th year, her parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Joan alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by giants. Joan was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the giants.
Motivation: Revenge; and she wants revenge against giants
Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader
Voice: Italian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Human, True Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 17 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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7 (-2) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d8-2, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Simon Cromwell, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: An older man who is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is golden and very short. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.
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 plays an instrument quite well.
History: He was born in the west. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. He now spends his time doing works of charity.
Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to unite with his brother
Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler
Voice: Old thin voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Human, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 220 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Adran Withrethin, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a mite stocky and dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with blue slacks. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.
History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. After coming to the age of reason, Adran took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.
Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: Prounounces S like Z
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, 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: 290 gp.
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