Arumawann Fapplestamp, Male Gnome [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears tattered old clothes, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'6" when asserting himself. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.
History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to pay off his debts
Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Debt. Occupation: Fortune-teller
Voice: Hissing voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'6") Gnome, Lawful Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 33 (4d10)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome, Orc
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +1 / 1d10-1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 500 gp.
Direcris Clethtinthiallor, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This eastern man is abnormally tall. He prefers to wear white clothing when he does not wear armor. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears his white crest down. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.
History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. His parents enrolled him in a Cleric school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.
Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he has passion for adventuring and risk
Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword
Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Dragonborn, Chaotic Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 29 (4d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Undercommon, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d10+0, Ranged +2 / 1d10+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Howard Appleblossom, Male Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor. He carries a battered greataxe and tarnished flail as well. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.
History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Howard fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Impulsive, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'0") Halfling, Lawful Good (CR 12)
Armor Class 16
Hit Points 45 (12d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 7 (-2) | 21 (+5) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 19 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling, Terran, Orc
Attacks Melee +2 / 3d10-2, Ranged +9 / 3d10+5, Grapple +5
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 4 | 4 | 4 | 4 | 3 | 3 |
Possessions: 200 pp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (500 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Forcas Lust, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He wears a colorful flower in his purple hair. His black eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.
History: Forcas was raised in a hard working conservative environment. 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. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: Further expansion of business.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Detective
Voice: Breathy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Tiefling, Lawful Neutral (CR 8)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 45 (8d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +7 / 2d10+4, Ranged +4 / 2d10+1, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 3 |
Possessions: 1100 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
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