Clerebold Cromwell, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This western man is abnormally tall. 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 whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.
History: He comes from a rich western family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature nunchaku.
Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.
Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Attractive, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 22 (4d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Terran
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d10+0, Ranged +4 / 1d10+2, Grapple +4
Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.
Trym Beckwith, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears a red top hat and red clothes. His hair is cut close to his head. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.
History: Trym was born with his father's beautiful face. 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 Stylist. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.
Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure
Ideals: Passionate, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Stylist
Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 16 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Auran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 40 pp. Azurite (16 gp).
Heward Fulton, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is in excellent shape and wears an entirely brown suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.
Personality: Heward hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He takes great joy in being the best Scribe in town.
History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Heward was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He has achieved small success as a Scribe.
Motivation: Expand his business; and to share knowledge with the world
Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Logical. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Scribe
Voice: Thin and wheezing
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 29 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +2
Possessions: 400 gp.
Norman Royal, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears dull black sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed crossbow, just in case, and he perpetually has his crossbow ready. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are likewise gray.
Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.
History: He was born into a rich family. After coming to the age of reason, Norman took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has money and likes to spend it
Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shipwright
Voice: Breathy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 25 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Infernal, Aquan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +3
Possessions: 200 gp. Azurite (8 gp). 4 Acid flasks.
Jocelyn Byron, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He carries with him a set of longbows on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. He wears a mask on his face.
Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He takes great joy in being the best Miller in town.
History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.
Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller
Voice: Creaky witch voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 22 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Orc
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 300 gp.
Shout outs: Stacey, Dragons With Jetpacks, Kingyo Senpai, Warren Clarida, Luke P, David Schraff, Rachel Anderson, Serafina Moon, Trev909, Bob Goode, Iofire, Caitlin W., Damon Carrington, Mario Pizzamiglio, Phil Mehl, Wesley Muncy, R., Vincent Drone, thea musing, Brian Nunziato, Robert Skadsem, Matt Yates, Elisa Martinez, Ryan Flagg, Jade Arrowood, Angelo Anderson, Syn21, Dave Walker, Jonathan Lekse, JollyGamer, Burlyfighter, Brittany DeNicholas, Amanda Kettles, Lou Bliss, Sik Makoyi, Pythor Sen, Bryson Waits, Irate The Pirate, Mark L, Siren, AstroLass, Lizzie, Michael Hamilton, Vedie V, Mylon Schroder, Nathan, Robert Rich, Jess, Zee Livezey, Kevin, Kerry Melton, SallySparrow132, Millergendraft, Federica Frezza, Nick Soucy, Jeremiah Walker, Bryan Sheairs, chris wilson, Max Hops, Sarah Holland, Joshua David Maddox, Liz Fontain, Ray Bissonnette, Joe Dalby, Matt Price, Nicholas Zamora, ShortyMcgibble, Mr. Vinclair, mtnman1979@aol.com, KFB_Patreon, eric sun, Christopher Allbritton, Gundar Wez, Nahellion, That Video Editor Nic, bilbens baggo, Stuart, Brysen Packer, Maxwell Mayer, XMrMonkyx ., Jordan Brazeal, Kyle Clark, Jake Lane, Phillip P Torchia, Remora Jewel, Dalton Elliott, Connor, Daniel Edwards, Zealot23, Shane Andrews, CJMAXP, Lisa Tucker, KingHavok1217, Mx Charlie, Justin Snyder, Zachary Burgess-Hicks, Steve Rosenlund, Ezzela1891, John Nazario, Gordon Alexander Fallon, zachary gee
Their contribution stands as a beacon of hope for all adventurers!
