Valorean Beryntolthropal, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing a long, white cloak. His copper crest, when down, is lengthy. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.
History: Valorean was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Gardener. He now owns his own business.
Motivation: Further expansion of business; and expand his business
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Gardener
Voice: Switch between two voices
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Dragonborn, Neutral Good (CR 9)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 65 (9d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 19 (+4) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +7 / 3d4+4, Ranged +5 / 3d4+2, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.
Cask Of Clay, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His brown fur is unkempt and raggedy. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.
Personality: He is fixated on the number 50. 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 is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.
History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.
Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Pirate accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 27 (4d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +4 / 1d10+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 23000 cp. Jasper (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.
Eiravel Ariessus, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'1" and typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull brown iron scale mail. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. 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: Eiravel was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and he's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Dyer
Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 26 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Infernal, Draconic, Druidic
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 gp.
Travok Trueblood, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: The dark-skinned man stands 4'1" and likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Travok isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven 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: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. A gifted student he started as a Knight, but he got bored and became a Farmer. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Farmer for the past few years.
Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it
Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Farmer
Voice: Spits and sputters
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'1") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 8)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 45 (8d6)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d10+2, Ranged +3 / 2d10+0, Grapple +2
Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
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