Dice DnD 5e "Wings of Chaos"

[redfang54]

Hello all ( ) I am redfang54 and I will be your DM for this campaign of DnD 5E!


I look forward to everyone's characters and the adventures we will have together!


I am happy to accept new and experienced players alike, you all will just have to bare with me, as this is my first time ever DMing on a forum like this one, so we may have to work through a few things and work out some kinks together.


As we will have a few people who are new to the game entirely and some who are new to this edition, we will be starting at level 1.


As i understand everyone will not want to go out and buy the necessary materials in order to play this campaign (though i hope that you end up liking this game enough to eventually get the books) I will provide a digital copy of the player's handbook, just as a thank you to all of you that are willing to play (^.^)


If you have any questions or concerns feel free to PM me, if you want to ask about character creation, how to do it or have some crazy idea about a character that you want to try just run it by me and we will chat about it!


Players Basic Rule Set: http://media.wizards.com/2015/downloads/dnd/BasicRules_Playerv3.4.pdf


Upon looking around WOTC's website I found some cool character sheets that i feel would be much easier for everyone (myself included) to use and read and you can check them out, I have attached it on here.


The basics of what you'll need about your character is as follows (it's not as bad as it looks):

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Basics


Name:


Race:


Age:


Appearance:


Character Picture (optional):


Trinket or Nicnak:


Background & backstory (at least a paragraph or two please):


Alignment:


EXP:


Class (and level of class):


Equipment (weapons, armor, packs, food, if its not written here you don't have it ( )):


Languages:


Stats


Max HP:


Armor Class:


Initiative:


Speed:


Strength & modifier: EX: 15(+2)


Dexterity:


Constitution:


Intelligence:


Wisdom:


Charisma:


Saves (just write in your save for that stat)


Strength: EX: +4


Dexterity: EX: -1


Constitution: EX:+4


Intelligence:


Wisdom:


Charisma:


Skills (if proficient put "#" and your mod for it, otherwise just put mod)


Acrobatics:


Animal Handling:


Arcana:


Athletics:


Deception:


History:


Insight:


Intimidation:


Investigation:


Medicine:


Nature:


Perception:


Performance:


Persuasion:


Religion:


Slight of Hand:


Stealth:


Survival:


And again this can be confusing the first couple times you do it so don't feel bad if you don't understand some of it, just shoot me a PM and we can talk through it and get it worked out ( ). Also I will be looking over each character sheet just to double check the numbers and to read the backstories (^.^) happy character building friends!<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/57a8c465889cc_CharacterSheet_3Pgs__Complete1_pdf.eb3f1125cafde93d587e5bc69a3a8ebe" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="73050" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/57a8c465889cc_CharacterSheet_3Pgs__Complete1_pdf.eb3f1125cafde93d587e5bc69a3a8ebe" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

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[Protagonist]

Basics


Name: Agent Aaron Joefiel


Race: Human


Age: 20


Appearance:


He's a white human male around 5' 7" tall. He has black hair tied into a very short ponytail. His skin is a bit pale, and he doesn't look like a guy who goes out into the sun a lot. His face is slightly angular. His eyes are slightly deep set and brown colored. His nose is slightly hook shaped.


Character Picture (optional):

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Trinket or Nicnak:


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A Silver Spoon with "M" engraved on the handle.


Background & backstory: Spy


Aaron grew up on a farm. As long as Aaron can remember, he had wanted to become a constable. So, when he became old enough, he ran off to the nearest big city and looked to see if they had any positions open. They let him onto the city watch.


He excelled in training, and was eventually approached by agents of the crown who wanted him to do a job. They had him go undercover and infiltrate the local thieve's guild. He did so, and in a sting operation, had them driven out of the city.


Later on, he began to investigate internal corruption within his own constabulary. Just as he was about to find something major, the constabulatory kicked him out and claimed it was because he "had ties to a criminal group". He was arrested, but not found guilty (the agents of the crown pulled some strings to get him out of jail).


The courts didn't find him guilty, but he was still kicked off of the city watch anyways, and his reputation took a major hit. He left town and is now an officially sanctioned spy of the crown. He also helps people catch criminals for money.


Alignment: Lawful Good


EXP:


Class (and level of class): Rogue LVL 1


Equipment:


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(+15 Gold from Background-105 total)


-Saber (stat-wise it's to be treated as a Scimitar) (35 Gold)


-Sling (1 Silver)


-25 Bullet Stones (1 Gold)


-Crowbar (Background)


-A set of black common clothes with a hood. (Background)


-A leather belt with a pouch. (Background)


-Light Crossbow (25 Gold)


-20 Crossbow Bolts (20 Gold)


-A case for the Crossbow bolts (1 Gold)


-22 Gold


Stats


Max HP: 8


Armor Class: 15


Initiative: +3


Speed: 30 Ft


Strength & modifier: 11 (+0)


Dexterity: 17 (+3)


Constitution: 10 (+0)


Intelligence: 16 (+3)


Wisdom: 10 (+0)


Charisma: 16 (+3)


Saves (just write in your save for that stat)


Strength:


Dexterity: +5


Constitution:


Intelligence: +5


Wisdom:


Charisma: +3


Skills (if proficient put "#" and your mod for it, otherwise just put mod)


Acrobatics: +3


Animal Handling: 0


Arcana: +3


Athletics: 0


Deception: # +5


History: +3


Insight: 0


Intimidation: +3


Investigation: #+5


Medicine:0


Nature: +3


Perception: # +5


Performance: +3


Persuasion: +3


Religion: +3


Slight of Hand: +3


Stealth: # +5


Survival: +0






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[creepingShade]

Basics


Name: Drok Oakhoof


Race: Minotaur


Age: 26


Appearance: Drok is a seven and a half foot tall, bulky beast covered in shaggy black fur. Several burn scars crawl up his arms and across his chest, almost looking like tattoos. A pair of wicked looking horns grow out of his head, and they almost look as if they've been polished. His small brown eyes seem to glint with some hidden great intelligence and cunning. He typically wears


Character Picture (optional):

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A small idol depicting a nightmarish creature that gives you unsettling dreams when you sleep near it.


Background: Outlander


Backstory: Drok grew up among a nomadic tribe of minotaurs, always wandering and moving to where they thought they would be far enough away from civilization to avoid being slaughtered by adventurers hoping to make a name for themselves. They've trekked through ancient forests and deep caverns, and rarely stay in a spot for more than a few months. Drok made a small family for himself in his tribe, a wife and a young calf, and was happy with his life.


That all changed one day while he was out foraging for his families dinner. A group of explorer's must have seen him, because next thing he remembered was something slamming into the back of his head and then darkness. He woke up later far far from home, chained up in some sort of dungeon or prison. Later he was sold to a man in the city, and he spent the next few years as a slave.


Recently, he found the bars on his room's window complete gone, through some miracle managed to escape the city and make it to the forest. He heard a voice in his head laughing, and found himself possessing strange powers after a few days in the wilds. Drok doesn't understand what happened, and sometimes he feels like something's watching him, but all the cares about now is looking for his tribe.


Alignment: Neutral


EXP: 0


Class (and level of class): Warlock 1 (Fey Pact)


Equipment (weapons, armor, packs, food, if its not written here you don't have it):


Shortbow (25 gp)

40 Arrows (2 gp)

Leather Armor (10 gp)


Staff (5 gp)


Explorer's Pack (10 gp)


Spell Component Pouch (25 gp)


3 gp


Languages: Common, Giant


Stats


Max HP: 11


Armor Class: 14


Initiative: +3


Speed: 30


Strength: 12 (+1)


Dexterity: 17 (+3)


Constitution: 16 (+3)


Intelligence: 15 (+2)


Wisdom: 11 (+0)


Charisma: 18 (+4)


Saves


Strength: +1


Dexterity: +3


Constitution: +3


Intelligence: +2


Wisdom: # +2


Charisma: # +6


Skills (if proficient put "#" and your mod for it, otherwise just put mod)


Acrobatics: +3


Animal Handling:


Arcana: +2


Athletics: # +3


Deception: +4


History: +2


Insight: +0


Intimidation: # +6


Investigation: +2


Medicine: +0


Nature: # +4


Perception: +0


Performance: +4


Persuasion: +4


Religion: +2


Slight of Hand: +3


Stealth: +3


Survival: # +2


Other Proficiencies


Navigators Tools


Vehicles (Water)


Instrument (Drum)


Spells Known

Cantrips

Eldritch Blast


Mage Hand

Level 1

Armor of Agathys


Sleep

 

[Ixacise]

Appearance:

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BackGround: The man who goes by the moniker of Rum Dragon does not prefer to give out his full origins despite the colorfulness of certain aspects. What is known that at an early age he had a stint working on boats learning the trade and swapping through many position. However he would grow tired of the work as well as his lack of climbing in the ranks. He would then leave his profession and wonder until he came into a certain group who had decided to induct him into their studies within their famed thirty-six chambers. His colorful background as a sailor and love of drinking is the cause of his odd name which has taken happily. He would learn much in various arts such as Chessboxing, fighting, and brewing. However he was not one to stay cloistered and such would leave to gain further mastery of what he learned there and into the outside world.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/Wu_pdf.786e9c61a4a9413c2f0e9545256bdce9" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="73104" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/Wu_pdf.786e9c61a4a9413c2f0e9545256bdce9" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

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[Spookums]

Basics


Name: Nathaniel Durand


Race: Human (Using the Variant option)


Age: 28


Appearance: Tall and broad of shoulder, Nathaniel's face is one of square-jawed, but fresh-faced and clean-shaven countenance. The hair upon his head is a simple dark brown in colour, kept short by regular trimmings; courtesy of the army's barber.


Character Picture (optional):

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Note: The one in the middle, with the plate armour (save for the gauntlets and helmet) replaced with chainmail. The green-coloured portions of the ensemble are instead a light blue, while the shield is emblazoned with several silver stars, arranged to form the Bison's Head constellation; a symbol of Kiri-Jolith.


Trinket or Knickknack:


Background: Soldier


Backstory:

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The tale of young Nathaniel's youth was a simple one. Born to a hardworking blacksmith and his wife, the lad's early years were simple, but far from unsatisfying. Even in his earlier years, their neighbours described the boy as 'ox-like,' and it was quite an accurate description. Nathaniel was a far cry from brilliant, but possessed immense strength, accompanied by equal levels of dedication and enthusiasm. He would gladly help out family and neighbours alike in any matter where raw might was needed, and he would rarely disappoint in that regard.


However, there must come a time where a boy truly becomes a man, and must walk down a path of his own choosing. Having little proficiency for his father's craft, Nathaniel instead chose to take up arms and serve his country. Thus, he enlisted in the army, and marched off to do battle with whomever would seek to threaten the sanctity of his homeland. Or at least, that was the intention. After completing his basic training, most of Nathaniel's military life was spent on fairly quiet patrols, with the occasional minor skirmish against some brigands.


Eventually, things took a turn for the arguably worse, as Nathaniel's patrol was ambushed in the night by a band of roving Draconians. Despite being outnumbered, the foul reptilians were more than a match for the minimally experienced soldiers. The matter was only worsened by the beasts turning to stone when slain, usually trapping whatever weapon was used to dispatch them. One of the Draconians managed to topple Nathaniel, and proceeded to bring its greataxe down towards his head. While doubtful that it would work, the young soldier brought his shield to bear, hoping it would hold strong, or at least lessen the impact.


When the axe and shield collided, however, it harmlessly bounced off, having been repulsed in a flash of light. For reasons beyond Nathaniel or his companion's comprehension, this occurrence drove back the Draconians, thus winning them the day. (Or the night, if you want to get into semantics) Before rising to his feet, the young lad looked up at the night sky, and noticed something intriguing. A particular collection of stars was shining ever so slightly brighter than the rest, as if attempting to stand out. While not all that familiar with constellations, Nathaniel could see that they formed a shape, vaguely resembling a bison's head in appearance.


Not knowing what to make of this, he sought out the guidance of the local garrison's priest. To say that the holy man's response was ecstatic would be an understatement. Taking it as a sign from the one of the gods themselves, the priest immediately took action. After 'calmly persuading' his commanding officer to discharge Nathaniel from active duty posthaste, the former soldier was taken into the fold of Kiri-Jolith's faithful. He would then spend the next two years learning the tenets of the Sword of Justice, and his future duties as an agent of His will. Coincidentally, this was when Nathaniel was also taught how to read and write, so as to better understand the holy texts.


With his enthusiasm reforged into zeal, and courage filling his heart, Nathaniel was deemed ready.


Much of his wages earned as a soldier were spent on his own arms, armour, and supplies, while his clerical mentors donated a shield to complete the ensemble. Now a newly trained Paladin of the Bison of Heaven, Nathaniel Durand set out into the world, so that he may bring justice, wherever it is required.


Alignment: Lawful Good


EXP: 0


Class (and level of class): Paladin, Level 1


Equipment:


-Chain Mail (Helmet and Gauntlets included for flavour reasons)


-Longsword


-Shield, serves as a Holy Symbol of Kiri-Jolith


-Light Hammer


-Deck of cards


-Common clothes


-Belt pouch (contains 10 GP)


-Military Insignia, that of a common soldier, to be precise.


-Piece of stone, chipped off a slain Draconian.


-Explorer's Pack


Languages: Common, Dwarvish


Stats


Max HP: 12


Hit Dice: 1d10


Armor Class: 18 (Chain Mail + Shield)


Initiative: +2


Speed: 30


Proficiency Bonus: +2


Strength & modifier: 18 (+4)


Dexterity: 14 (+2)


Constitution: 14 (+2)


Intelligence: 6 (-2)


Wisdom: 13 (+1)


Charisma: 16 (+3)


Saves


Strength: +4


Dexterity: +2


Constitution: +2


Intelligence: -2


Wisdom:# +3


Charisma:# +5


Skills


Acrobatics: +2


Animal Handling: +1


Arcana: -2


Athletics:# +6


Deception: +3


History: -2


Insight:# +3


Intimidation:# +5


Investigation: -2


Medicine: +1


Nature: -2


Perception:# +3


Performance: +3


Persuasion:# +5


Religion: -2


Sleight of Hand: +2


Stealth: +2


Survival: +1


Other Proficiencies


All armour, shields, simple weapons, martial weapons, playing cards, and land vehicles.


Feats


Shield Master


Attack Bonus and Weapon Stats


A.B.: 2 (proficiency) + 4 (Strength bonus) = +6


Longsword: 1d8 + 4 Slashing, Versatile (1d10)


Light hammer: 1d4 + 4 Bludgeoning, Light, Thrown (Range 20/60)

 

[Roth Sven Alumni]

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  Basics
  
  
  Name: Ashatera Rin Gollare (Ash)
  
  
  Race: Goliath
  
  
  Age: 26
  
  
  Appearance: 8ft 340lbs long black hair with a couple white streaks and never has a shirt on
  
  
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  Trinket or Nicnak: a coin with a pentagram engraved on it
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  Background & backstory (at least a paragraph or two please): Ash used to live in one of his own little villages up on the summit of a mountain with people that lived up there, some of course were relatives. One day the eldest (his great grandfather) wanted to have him banished from the village for 'not doing anything' and the way that the people worked that the eldest said was law. So he waited until nightfall and took his head, it wasn't until the next morning that they took him by force and all agreed on exile for treason. He was left wandering and defending himself for a few years (can think of more as I go)
  
  
  Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  
  
  EXP: 0
  
  
  Class (and level of class): Anti-Paladin Lvl 1
  
  
  Equipment (weapons, armor, packs, food, if its not written here you don't have it) : Scythe, Thorned gauntlets, Spiked tower shield, Backpack (is a drawstring leather bag made from an entire cow) for carrying miscellaneous items and gold (is currently carrying, food and water rations for himself for another month, from his last hunt, a hand grind stone, 25 gold, and a blanket for sleeping)
  
  
  Languages: Common, Giant
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  Stats
  
  
  Max HP: 12
  
  
  Hit Die: 2d4 (Scythe) 1d4 (Gauntlets) 1d6 (Shield)
  
  
  Armor Class: 14 (gauntlets & shield)
  
  
  Initiative: 0
  
  
  Speed: 30
  
  
  Strength: 20 +5
  
  
  Dexterity: 17 +3
  
  
  Constitution: 15 +2
  
  
  Intelligence:7 -2
  
  
  Wisdom: 6 -2
  
  
  Charisma: 9 -1
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  Saves (just write in your save for that stat)
  
  
  Strength: +5
  
  
  Dexterity: +3
  
  
  Constitution: +2
  
  
  Intelligence: -2
  
  
  Wisdom: +0
  
  
  Charisma: -1
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  Skills (if proficient put "#" and your mod for it, otherwise just put mod)
  
  
  Acrobatics: # +5
  
  
  Animal Handling: -2
  
  
  Arcana: -2
  
  
  Athletics: # +7
  
  
  Deception: -1
  
  
  History: -2
  
  
  Insight: -2
  
  
  Intimidation: # +1
  
  
  Investigation: -2
  
  
  Medicine: -2
  
  
  Nature: -2
  
  
  Perception: -2
  
  
  Performance: -1
  
  
  Persuasion: -1
  
  
  Religion: -2
  
  
  Slight of Hand: +3
  
  
  Stealth: +3
  
  
  Survival: # +0

 

[Orikanyo]

Basics


Name: Imperia Volarion


Race: Human(Variant)


Age: 23 years old


Character Picture

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Appearance description: As you see above, minus the jolly ol' helper skeletons, don't worry they're volunteers.


Trinket or Nicnak: a 1 pound red shelled egg.


Background: Noble


Backstory: the pen is mightier then a sword, for a blade can make a man kneel, but the written word can crumple a kingdom, empty it's coffers, force it's people out of their land, with all the effort of a few swishes of a ink pen, and the press of a seal on wax. She was raised with not a care in the world, with private tutelage in the ways of wizardry, courtesy of her uncle, a man who was once a teacher of the school of necromancy before he retired due to a "horrible reanimation accident" resulting in the loss of his legs, one arm and his left eye, apparently he was lucky.


She was indeed living the high life, as anybody would expect of a noble born daughter, modesty just wasn't in her name... unless is benefited her of course, indeed that last part right there seems to be the excuse for anything she does in her life, the pursuit of self benefit. For if there is nothing she loves more, is money, and where is money? in the hands of others, that wont do at all, this conundrum continued for about a year before she spied her father paying some passing adventurers for a job, apparently some sort of kobold problem in a cave somewhere... it didn't interest her one bit until she asked them why they would even bother putting themselves in danger.. until one of them boasted how they secured more money then what their being paid now within the caves... that lit a few lightbulbs in the woman's mind. She had skills in the ways of the contract and quill, but the blade? perhaps she could mix those skills... there was only one way she could find out...


Alignment: Lawful, Evil or as I call her. Lawful,bitch.


EXP: 0


Class: Wizard 1st level


Equipment:


Fine clothes, signet ring, Scroll of pedigree(proof of nobility, name and standing), dagger inscribed on the side says "A sharp knife is a safe knife." in Common, backpack, Scroll case with a few blank pages of velum within, ink pen/ink bottle, spell book, diary, sealing wax, Arcane focus rod, blanket, 3 days ration, 1 water skin. Hairbrush, spell component pouch, umbrella.


Languages: Common, Elvish, Infernal, Undercommon, Dwarvish


Gold: 96


Silver: 2


Copper: 8


Stats


Max HP: 7


Hit Die: 1d6


Armor Class: 12


Initiative: 2


Speed: 30


Strength & modifier: 7 Mod: -2


Dexterity: 14 Mod: 2


Constitution: 12 mod:1


Intelligence: 15+1+1(feat) = 17 Mod: 3


Wisdom: 8 mod:-1


Charisma: 13+1= 14 mod:2


Saves (just write in your save for that stat)


Strength: -2


Dexterity: 2


Constitution: 1


Intelligence:# 5


Wisdom:# 1


Charisma: 2


Skills (if proficient put "#" and your mod for it, otherwise just put mod)


Acrobatics: 2


Animal Handling: 2


Arcana:# 5


Athletics: -2


Deception: 2


History:# 5


Insight: -1


Intimidation:# 4


Investigation:# 5


Medicine: 3


Nature: 3


Perception: -1


Performance: 2


Persuasion:# 3


Religion: 3


Slight of Hand: 2


Stealth: 2


Survival: -1


Feats:


(human variant) Linguist, +1 Int, +3 languages, can create written ciphers, this cannot be deciphered unless taught, succeed on a intelligence check Dc int mod + proficiency bonus or use magic.


Proficients


Light Crossbow, dagger, quarterstaff, sling, dragon-chess game set,


Weaponry:


Dagger


ATT: 2(proficiency)+2(Dexterity)= 4


1d4+2 Piercing, Light, Finesse, thrown. (range 20/60)


Spellbook


0 level cantrips


Ray of frost, range 60 feet, ranged touch atack, on hit 1d8 + lower target's speed by 10 feet


Light, emits light, 1 hour duration.


Mage hand


1st level spells known, #= slotted


detect magic # what it says on the tin.


Witch bolt # ranged touch attack, range 30 feet, 1d12, 1d12 for each round an action is used to sustain.


Mage armor #, duration 8 hours, touch, unarmored target's AC becomes 13+dex modifier.


Magic missile range 120, 1d4+1, +1 missile if put in spell slot higher then 1.


Thunderwave, 15 foot cone, DC 13 constitution, 2d8 thunder damage and pushed 10 feet away from caster on failed save, halve damage and no push if success, unsecured objects get pushed 10 feet and blast is audible 300 feet away.


Arcane recovery: 1 first level spell each rest recoverable.

 

[GinjaGen]

WIP (Gonna upload the sheet any day now...)


Basics


Name: Tier


Race: Hill Dwarf


Age: 52


Appearance: Short but deceptively strong, Tier stands at about 4'2." She has bright green eyes like the folliage she likes to call home, and hair as white as Opal.

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Trinket: Wolf Tooth on a string around her neck. (Given as a gift)


Background: Outlander


Backstory:


Tier has always lived in the woods, though the same can't be said for her parents. Once upon a time they were part of a particularly awesome (and only partially not evil) party of adventurers. Their adventures only ended when her father took an arrow and stabbed a guard in the knee with it - while her mother held the man still - thus ending the guard's adventuring days... all "accidentally" of course.


Needless to say, the rest of the group - not to mention the remaining guards of the small town - weren't too happy with this "accident," and Tier's parents found themselves chased out of town and into the wilderness.


It was here, exiled and horrifically lost in the hills, that her parents found their true calling. They became hunters, specializing in rare and unusual creatures, and sold their wares - for ridiculous prices - to the people that passed through.


It was in this environment of extreme nature that Tier was born, and together, the family prospered. It was a good life.


At least until an angry beast attacked. Tier's parents were brutally killed, and Tier herself might have been if not for the discovery of her affinity for magic.


She was little more than a toddler - having barely learned to speak let alone do other normal proper dwarven things - when this all occurred, and suddenly found herself alone in the woods without a family.


Luckily, a pack of dire wolves came to investigate the fresh kill and found Tier. Taking pity on the young Dwarf for some reason, they took her in and fed her for the night.


That night of feeding became 45 long years of companionship as Tier lived, protected and was protected by the pack and the surrounding forest. She ran when they ran, when they moved, she moved, when they howled she howled with them. She learned all about the forest and survival, and loved every second of it. Life was good once again.


She began working as a guide through the treacherous sections of the forest, more to protect the nature from the people than vice versa. It was through these interactions that she learned her various languages and the majority of information about the non-animal world. Unfortunately, as time went on, and more parties came through, she realized that her adoptive family was in more and more danger of accidentally being attacked, and her job was getting harder and harder.


She realized that it was time to move on, so when the pack moved on - as they did every so often - she did as well, only not with them. It was time for her to be her own wolf... er... person.


Alignment: Chaotic Neutral


EXP: 0


Class (and level of class): Druid (Moon) 1


Languages: Common, Dwarven, Druidic, Elven, Sylvan












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Strength: 15


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Dexterity: 10


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Constitution: 16


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Intelligence: 14


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Wisdom: 17


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Charisma: 11


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[Jaye]

Now finished! Complete with fancy formatting and backstory. (Lemme know if any of the stats or skills or anything are hard to understand.)

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  Name: 'Nyssa'
  
  
  Class: Rouge
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  Age: 24
  
  
  Background: Urchin
  
  
  Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  
  
  Languages: Common, Theives' Cant, Infernal, Undercommon

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• .

  Max HP: 10
  
  
  AC: 12
  
  
  Initiative: +2
  
  
  Speed: 30ft
  
  
  Level: 1
  
  
  EXP: 0

  Str: 10 (+0) Save: +0
  
  
  Dex: 15 (+2) Save: +4
  
  
  Con: 14 (+2) Save: +2
  
  
  Int: 11 (+0) Save: +2
  
  
  Wis: 12 (+1) Save: +1
  
  
  Cha: 15 (+2) Save: +2

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  .

  
  
  

  Passive Wisdom: 11
  
  ​

  
  
  
  

  .
• .

  Acrobatics: #4
  
  
  Animal Handling: +1
  
  
  Arcana: +2
  
  
  Athletics: +0
  
  
  Deception: #6
  
  
  History: +2
  
  
  Insight: +1
  
  
  Intimidation: +2
  
  
  Investigation: +2

  Medicine: +1
  
  
  Nature: +2
  
  
  Perception: #1
  
  
  Performance: +2
  
  
  Persuasion: #2
  
  
  Religion: +2
  
  
  Slight of Hand: #4
  
  
  Stealth: #4
  
  
  Survival: +1
  
  
  
  .

  
  
  

  
  » Proficient with Thieves' Tools
  
  » Proficient in Deception
  ​

  
  
  
  

  .
• Money
  
  
  8gp
  
  
  Weapons
  
  
  Rapier x1
  
  
  Dagger x2
  
  
  Burgular's Pack
  
  
  Backpack (2 gp)
  
  
  1000 x ball bearings (1 gp)
  
  
  10' string, Not Listed; Presumed (0.1 gp)
  
  
  Bell (1 gp)
  
  
  5 x Candles (0.05 gp)
  
  
  Crowbar (2 gp)
  
  
  Hammer (1 gp)
  
  
  10 x Pitons (0.5 gp)
  
  
  Hooded Lantern (5 gp)
  
  
  2 x Oil Flasks (0.2 gp)
  
  
  5/1 Day Rations (2.5 gp)
  
  
  Tinderbox (0.5 gp)
  
  
  Waterskin (0.2 gp)
  
  
  50' Hemp Rope (1 gp)
  
  
  
  » 'Fluffy' x1
  
  
  » Thieves' Tools
  
  
  » Disguise Kit
  
  
  » Bedroll
  
  
  » Shiny pendant of a Lawful Good deity
  
  
  » Crusty hunk of bread
  
  
  » Slightly torn WANTED poster
  
  
  » A few crumbs of cheese
  
  
  » Glass marbles x3
  
  
  » Tarnished token of a god
  
  
  » Creased bits of paper (several)
  
  
  » Old clover leaves
  
  
  » Torn out paper reading "!!! 500gp REWARD !!!"
  
  
  » Pickle, dried out
  
  
  » Piece of jerky, small
  
  
  » Embroidered hankerchief, soiled
  
  
  » Now-brown petal x2
  
  
  » Scrap of leather, bloodstained
  
  
  » Small bell x5, wrapped in;
  
  
  » Hunk of smelly wool
  
  
  » Tooth, humanoid
  
  
  » Mistletoe berries x8
  
  
  » Pepper dust
  
  
  » Bitumen stuck to an old cloth
  
  
  » Candle stub
• Height: 5'11" (tall)
  
  
  Weight: 208lbs (all bones and muscle)
  
  
  Skin: Dark topaz brown
  
  
  Eyes: Bright silver
  
  
  Hair: Black natural-style
  
  
  Body Type: Humanoid, lean, androgynous
  
  
  Armour: Approximately this armour
  
  
  Nyssa is always seen covered from head to toe. Generally, this means leather armour, but sometimes it's Commoner clothing. Sometimes, if lucky, either the clothing or armour is accompanied by a cloak.
  
  
  Nyssa also always wear a helmet that appears to sport a rather impressive set of ivory ram horns. The origin of said helmet is a mystery to all who know the rogue. This helm covers almost all of Nyssa's face, though there are holes to see from and slits to speak through.
• *Odds & Ends:
  
  
  Is a bit of a kleptomaniac. Likes to pick up little things, ranging in apparent value and shove them deep into own pockets. These things range from scraps of food, copper/silver bits, scraps of paper, spare metalwork parts, small gems, loose ingredients, keys, loose herbs, etc. Sometimes, even small animals. Basically if it can fit in the palm of a hand, will try and shove it in a pocket.
  Personality Traits:
  
  "I never remove my armour"
  
  
  "I hide odds & ends in my pockets" *(
  
  see side
  
  )
  
  
  "I tend to horde my possessions"
  
  Ideals:
  
  The Underdog Mentor - "I like to help the down-trodden by showing them how to stab their masters."
  
  Bonds:
  
  "I accidentally helped a childhood friend raise a Lawful Good church in my home city, & since I know their fatal flaw they're having me tailed."
  
  
  "The Chaotic and Evil underground leaders of my homecity are non-too-happy at my hand in the conversion of where they do business. I seek to fix my reputation in their eyes."
  
  Flaws:
  
  "I'd rather have an easy fight than a fair fight."
  
  
• Initial Correspondence

  Look for the name 'Nyssa'. It's not xer name, but it's the name you'll find. Humanoid, though tall for one, there won't be any physical description to follow. Except for xer helmet. Ask about that.
  
  
  You wanted context? Xe grew up in our beloved city, but before it was beloved. When it was still a hive of villainy, Nyssa was (presumably) born here and was orphaned at a young age. I doubt even xe knows if xer parents are dead or if they simply left. Either are likely - the city was full of stories like that when we established. Being an orphan didn't stop xem, though. They didn't make much for xemself, of course, but you'll find xer name as a footnote in a lot of other's stories. Nyssa survived in a city of Evil - let that be all the context you need. Do not speak with xem.
  Further Correspondence

  I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you heard. Yes, Nyssa is technically responsible for our rise. But technical is the key phrase there. Xe leant me certain assisstance as we where growing up - I'm sure xe never knew that it would be me on such a lawful path or xe wouldn't have been so encouraging. Goodness knows xe hasn't a lawful bone in xer body.
  
  
  But have no doubt, Nyssa is a most foul-hearted rogue. Xe is cutt-throat and puts xemself and xer prosperity before any sense of morality. I once saw xe scam a widow out of her late-husband's keepsake. Say... where did you hear about xer hand in our success in this city? You havn't been speaking with xem when I specifically ordered you not to, correct?
  Extended Correspondence

  You call me sinister? The last letter you sent was cursed! I do not blame you, of course, except for your continued conversation with the so-called Nyssa. I repeat for the last time - do not speak with xem! Xe will twist what you know until you fall as xe has.
  
  
  I We did not drive Nyssa out of xer home city. Xe left because of the last dredges of the gangs that we haven't yet cleaned up. That we hadn't yet cleaned up. At the time. I didn't imply that they still exist because they don't still exist because we've converted the entire town. Don't verify that with xem. Stop talking with xem! Nyssa simply couldn't handle the sheer kindness our convertors showed and found no shelter from xer cruel gang-ex-friends. So xe left.
  
  
  And I sent you to - quietly - follow. Do your job.
  Final Correspondence

  I don't care how far across Kyrnn you travel! Follow xem to each and every town or I am emptying these coffers for nothing! Nyssa is just one misstep from being detectably Evil - I just know it. I need someone there to see when it happens. This is for the greater good and you wil-...
  
  
  Oh, one letter not enough, is it? Fine! Quit! You think you're the only one I have tailing that liar? Make sure to dispose of your pendant properly when you betray your faith and god.

 

[Primordial Primrose]

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Astrianna Horohai - Copy.pdf

 

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Basics
Name: Agent Aaron Joefiel


Race: Human


Age: 20


Appearance:


He's a white human male around 5' 7" tall. He has black hair tied into a very short ponytail. His skin is a bit pale, and he doesn't look like a guy who goes out into the sun a lot. His face is slightly angular. His eyes are slightly deep set and brown colored. His nose is slightly hook shaped.


Character Picture (optional):

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Trinket or Nicnak:


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A Silver Spoon with "M" engraved on the handle.


Background & backstory: Spy


Aaron grew up on a farm. As long as Aaron can remember, he had wanted to become a constable. So, when he became old enough, he ran off to the nearest big city and looked to see if they had any positions open. They let him onto the city watch.


He excelled in training, and was eventually approached by agents of the crown who wanted him to do a job. They had him go undercover and infiltrate the local thieve's guild. He did so, and in a sting operation, had them driven out of the city.


Later on, he began to investigate internal corruption within his own constabulary. Just as he was about to find something major, the constabulatory kicked him out and claimed it was because he "had ties to a criminal group". He was arrested, but not found guilty (the agents of the crown pulled some strings to get him out of jail).


The courts didn't find him guilty, but he was still kicked off of the city watch anyways, and his reputation took a major hit. He left town and is now an officially sanctioned spy of the crown. He also helps people catch criminals for money.


Alignment: Lawful Good


EXP:


Class (and level of class): Rogue LVL 1


Equipment:


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(+15 Gold from Background-105 total)


-Saber (stat-wise it's to be treated as a Scimitar) (35 Gold)


-Sling (1 Silver)


-25 Bullet Stones (1 Gold)


-Crowbar (Background)


-A set of black common clothes with a hood. (Background)


-A leather belt with a pouch. (Background)


-Light Crossbow (25 Gold)


-20 Crossbow Bolts (20 Gold)


-A case for the Crossbow bolts (1 Gold)


-22 Gold


Stats


Max HP: 8


Armor Class: 15


Initiative: +3


Speed: 30 Ft


Strength & modifier: 11 (+0)


Dexterity: 17 (+3)


Constitution: 10 (+0)


Intelligence: 16 (+3)


Wisdom: 10 (+0)


Charisma: 16 (+3)


Saves (just write in your save for that stat)


Strength:


Dexterity: +5


Constitution:


Intelligence: +5


Wisdom:


Charisma: +3


Skills (if proficient put "#" and your mod for it, otherwise just put mod)


Acrobatics: +3


Animal Handling: 0


Arcana: +3


Athletics: 0


Deception: # +5


History: +3


Insight: 0


Intimidation: +3


Investigation: #+5


Medicine:0


Nature: +3


Perception: # +5


Performance: +3


Persuasion: +3


Religion: +3


Slight of Hand: +3


Stealth: # +5


Survival: +0






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Basics
Name: Drok Oakhoof


Race: Minotaur


Age: 26


Appearance: Drok is a seven and a half foot tall, bulky beast covered in shaggy black fur. Several burn scars crawl up his arms and across his chest, almost looking like tattoos. A pair of wicked looking horns grow out of his head, and they almost look as if they've been polished. His small brown eyes seem to glint with some hidden great intelligence and cunning. He typically wears


Character Picture (optional):

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Appearance:

BackGround: The man who goes by the moniker of Rum Dragon does not prefer to give out his full origins despite the colorfulness of certain aspects. What is known that at an early age he had a stint working on boats learning the trade and swapping through many position. However he would grow tired of the work as well as his lack of climbing in the ranks. He would then leave his profession and wonder until he came into a certain group who had decided to induct him into their studies within their famed thirty-six chambers. His colorful background as a sailor and love of drinking is the cause of his odd name which has taken happily. He would learn much in various arts such as Chessboxing, fighting, and brewing. However he was not one to stay cloistered and such would leave to gain further mastery of what he learned there and into the outside world.

Basics
Name: Nathaniel Durand


Race: Human (Using the Variant option)


Age: 28


Appearance: Tall and broad of shoulder, Nathaniel's face is one of square-jawed, but fresh-faced and clean-shaven countenance. The hair upon his head is a simple dark brown in colour, kept short by regular trimmings; courtesy of the army's barber.


Character Picture (optional):

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Note: The one in the middle, with the plate armour (save for the gauntlets and helmet) replaced with chainmail. The green-coloured portions of the ensemble are instead a light blue, while the shield is emblazoned with several silver stars, arranged to form the Bison's Head constellation; a symbol of Kiri-Jolith.


Trinket or Knickknack:


Background: Soldier


Backstory:

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The tale of young Nathaniel's youth was a simple one. Born to a hardworking blacksmith and his wife, the lad's early years were simple, but far from unsatisfying. Even in his earlier years, their neighbours described the boy as 'ox-like,' and it was quite an accurate description. Nathaniel was a far cry from brilliant, but possessed immense strength, accompanied by equal levels of dedication and enthusiasm. He would gladly help out family and neighbours alike in any matter where raw might was needed, and he would rarely disappoint in that regard.

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Basics


Name: Ashatera Rin Gollare (Ash)


Race: Goliath


Age: 26


Appearance: 8ft 340lbs long black hair with a couple white streaks and never has a shirt on


CChaotPicture (optional):

Trinket or Nicnak: a coin with a pentagram engraved on it


Background & backstory (at least a paragraph or two please): Ash used to live in one of his own little villages up on the summit of a mountain with people that lived up there, some of course were relatives. One day the eldest (his great grandfather) wanted to have him banished from the village for 'not doing anything' and the way that the people worked that the eldest said was law. So he waited until nightfall and took his head, it wasn't until the next morning that they took him by force and all agreed on exile for treason. He was left wandering and defending himself for a few years (can think of more as I go)


Alignment: Chaotic Neutral


EXP: 0


Class (and level of class): Anti-Paladin Lvl 1


Equipment (weapons, armor, packs, food, if its not written here you don't have it) : Scythe, Thorned gauntlets, Spiked tower shield, Backpack (is a drawstring leather bag made from an entire cow) for carrying miscellaneous items and gold (is currently carrying, food and water rations for himself for another month, from his last hunt, a hand grind stone, 25 gold, and a blanket for sleeping)


Languages: Common, Giant


Stats


Max HP: 12


Hit Die: 2d4 (Scythe) 1d4 (Gauntlets) 1d6 (Shield)


Armor Class: 14 (gauntlets & shield)


Initiative: 0


Speed: 30


Strength: 20 +5


Dexterity: 17 +3


Constitution: 15 +2


Intelligence:7 -2


Wisdom: 6 -2


Charisma: 9 -1


Saves (just write in your save for that stat)


Strength: +5


Dexterity: +3


Constitution: +2


Intelligence: -2


Wisdom: +0


Charisma: -1


Skills (if proficient put "#" and your mod for it, otherwise just put mod)


Acrobatics: # +5


Animal Handling: -2


Arcana: -2


Athletics: # +7


Deception: -1


History: -2


Insight: -2


Intimidation: # +1


Investigation: -2


Medicine: -2


Nature: -2


Perception: -2


Performance: -1


Persuasion: -1


Religion: -2


Slight of Hand: +3


Stealth: +3


Survival: # +0

Basics
Name: Imperia Volarion


Race: Human(Variant)


Age: 23 years old


Character Picture

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WIP (Gonna upload the sheet any day now...)
Basics


Name: Tier


Race: Hill Dwarf


Age: 52


Appearance: Short but deceptively strong, Tier stands at about 4'2." She has bright green eyes like the folliage she likes to call home, and hair as white as Opal.

Trinket: Wolf Tooth on a string around her neck. (Given as a gift)


Background: Outlander


Backstory:


Tier has always lived in the woods, though the same can't be said for her parents. Once upon a time they were part of a particularly awesome (and only partially not evil) party of adventurers. Their adventures only ended when her father took an arrow and stabbed a guard in the knee with it - while her mother held the man still - thus ending the guard's adventuring days... all "accidentally" of course.


Needless to say, the rest of the group - not to mention the remaining guards of the small town - weren't too happy with this "accident," and Tier's parents found themselves chased out of town and into the wilderness.


It was here, exiled and horrifically lost in the hills, that her parents found their true calling. They became hunters, specializing in rare and unusual creatures, and sold their wares - for ridiculous prices - to the people that passed through.


It was in this environment of extreme nature that Tier was born, and together, the family prospered. It was a good life.


At least until an angry beast attacked. Tier's parents were brutally killed, and Tier herself might have been if not for the discovery of her affinity for magic.


She was little more than a toddler - having barely learned to speak let alone do other normal proper dwarven things - when this all occurred, and suddenly found herself alone in the woods without a family.


Luckily, a pack of dire wolves came to investigate the fresh kill and found Tier. Taking pity on the young Dwarf for some reason, they took her in and fed her for the night.


That night of feeding became 45 long years of companionship as Tier lived, protected and was protected by the pack and the surrounding forest. She ran when they ran, when they moved, she moved, when they howled she howled with them. She learned all about the forest and survival, and loved every second of it. Life was good once again.


She began working as a guide through the treacherous sections of the forest, more to protect the nature from the people than vice versa. It was through these interactions that she learned her various languages and the majority of information about the non-animal world. Unfortunately, as time went on, and more parties came through, she realized that her adoptive family was in more and more danger of accidentally being attacked, and her job was getting harder and harder.


She realized that it was time to move on, so when the pack moved on - as they did every so often - she did as well, only not with them. It was time for her to be her own wolf... er... person.


Alignment: Chaotic Neutral


EXP: 0


Class (and level of class): Druid (Moon) 1


Languages: Common, Dwarven, Druidic, Elven, Sylvan


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Strength: 15


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Dexterity: 10


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Constitution: 16


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Intelligence: 14


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Wisdom: 17


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Charisma: 11


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Now finished! Complete with fancy formatting and backstory. (Lemme know if any of the stats or skills or anything are hard to understand.)

• Basics
• Stats
• Skills
• Equipment
• Appearance
• Traits
• Backstory

• .

  Name: 'Nyssa'
  
  
  Class: Rouge
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  Age: 24
  
  
  Background: Urchin
  
  
  Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  
  
  Languages: Common, Theives' Cant, Infernal, Undercommon

  .
• .

  Max HP: 10
  
  
  AC: 12
  
  
  Initiative: +2
  
  
  Speed: 30ft
  
  
  Level: 1
  
  
  EXP: 0

  Str: 10 (+0) Save: +0
  
  
  Dex: 15 (+2) Save: +4
  
  
  Con: 14 (+2) Save: +2
  
  
  Int: 11 (+0) Save: +2
  
  
  Wis: 12 (+1) Save: +1
  
  
  Cha: 15 (+2) Save: +2

  .
  
  
  
  .

  
  
  

  Passive Wisdom: 11
  
  ​

  
  
  
  

  .
• .

  Acrobatics: #4
  
  
  Animal Handling: +1
  
  
  Arcana: +2
  
  
  Athletics: +0
  
  
  Deception: #6
  
  
  History: +2
  
  
  Insight: +1
  
  
  Intimidation: +2
  
  
  Investigation: +2

  Medicine: +1
  
  
  Nature: +2
  
  
  Perception: #1
  
  
  Performance: +2
  
  
  Persuasion: #2
  
  
  Religion: +2
  
  
  Slight of Hand: #4
  
  
  Stealth: #4
  
  
  Survival: +1
  
  
  
  .

  
  
  

  » Proficient with Thieves' Tools
  
  » Proficient in Deception
  
  ​

  
  
  
  

  .
• Money
  
  
  8gp
  
  
  Weapons
  
  
  Rapier x1
  
  
  Dagger x2
  
  
  Burgular's Pack
  
  
  Backpack (2 gp)
  
  
  1000 x ball bearings (1 gp)
  
  
  10' string, Not Listed; Presumed (0.1 gp)
  
  
  Bell (1 gp)
  
  
  5 x Candles (0.05 gp)
  
  
  Crowbar (2 gp)
  
  
  Hammer (1 gp)
  
  
  10 x Pitons (0.5 gp)
  
  
  Hooded Lantern (5 gp)
  
  
  2 x Oil Flasks (0.2 gp)
  
  
  5/1 Day Rations (2.5 gp)
  
  
  Tinderbox (0.5 gp)
  
  
  Waterskin (0.2 gp)
  
  
  50' Hemp Rope (1 gp)
  
  
  
  » 'Fluffy' x1
  
  
  » Thieves' Tools
  
  
  » Disguise Kit
  
  
  » Bedroll
  
  
  » Shiny pendant of a Lawful Good deity
  
  
  » Crusty hunk of bread
  
  
  » Slightly torn WANTED poster
  
  
  » A few crumbs of cheese
  
  
  » Glass marbles x3
  
  
  » Tarnished token of a god
  
  
  » Creased bits of paper (several)
  
  
  » Old clover leaves
  
  
  » Torn out paper reading "!!! 500gp REWARD !!!"
  
  
  » Pickle, dried out
  
  
  » Piece of jerky, small
  
  
  » Embroidered hankerchief, soiled
  
  
  » Now-brown petal x2
  
  
  » Scrap of leather, bloodstained
  
  
  » Small bell x5, wrapped in;
  
  
  » Hunk of smelly wool
  
  
  » Tooth, humanoid
  
  
  » Mistletoe berries x8
  
  
  » Pepper dust
  
  
  » Bitumen stuck to an old cloth
  
  
  » Candle stub
• Height: 5'11" (tall)
  
  
  Weight: 208lbs (all bones and muscle)
  
  
  Skin: Dark topaz brown
  
  
  Eyes: Bright silver
  
  
  Hair: Black natural-style
  
  
  Body Type: Humanoid, lean, androgynous
  
  
  Armour: Approximately this armour
  
  
  Nyssa is always seen covered from head to toe. Generally, this means leather armour, but sometimes it's Commoner clothing. Sometimes, if lucky, either the clothing or armour is accompanied by a cloak.
  
  
  Nyssa also always wear a helmet that appears to sport a rather impressive set of ivory ram horns. The origin of said helmet is a mystery to all who know the rogue. This helm covers almost all of Nyssa's face, though there are holes to see from and slits to speak through.
• *Odds & Ends:
  
  
  Is a bit of a kleptomaniac. Likes to pick up little things, ranging in apparent value and shove them deep into own pockets. These things range from scraps of food, copper/silver bits, scraps of paper, spare metalwork parts, small gems, loose ingredients, keys, loose herbs, etc. Sometimes, even small animals. Basically if it can fit in the palm of a hand, will try and shove it in a pocket.
  Personality Traits:
  
  "I never remove my armour"
  
  
  "I hide odds & ends in my pockets" *(
  
  see side
  
  )
  
  
  "I tend to horde my possessions"
  
  Ideals:
  
  The Underdog Mentor - "I like to help the down-trodden by showing them how to stab their masters."
  
  Bonds:
  
  "I accidentally helped a childhood friend raise a Lawful Good church in my home city, & since I know their fatal flaw they're having me tailed."
  
  
  "The Chaotic and Evil underground leaders of my homecity are non-too-happy at my hand in the conversion of where they do business. I seek to fix my reputation in their eyes."
  
  Flaws:
  
  "I'd rather have an easy fight than a fair fight."
  
  
• Initial Correspondence

  Look for the name 'Nyssa'. It's not xer name, but it's the name you'll find. Humanoid, though tall for one, there won't be any physical description to follow. Except for xer helmet. Ask about that.
  
  
  You wanted context? Xe grew up in our beloved city, but before it was beloved. When it was still a hive of villainy, Nyssa was (presumably) born here and was orphaned at a young age. I doubt even xe knows if xer parents are dead or if they simply left. Either are likely - the city was full of stories like that when we established. Being an orphan didn't stop xem, though. They didn't make much for xemself, of course, but you'll find xer name as a footnote in a lot of other's stories. Nyssa survived in a city of Evil - let that be all the context you need. Do not speak with xem.
  Further Correspondence

  I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you heard. Yes, Nyssa is technically responsible for our rise. But technical is the key phrase there. Xe leant me certain assisstance as we where growing up - I'm sure xe never knew that it would be me on such a lawful path or xe wouldn't have been so encouraging. Goodness knows xe hasn't a lawful bone in xer body.
  
  
  But have no doubt, Nyssa is a most foul-hearted rogue. Xe is cutt-throat and puts xemself and xer prosperity before any sense of morality. I once saw xe scam a widow out of her late-husband's keepsake. Say... where did you hear about xer hand in our success in this city? You havn't been speaking with xem when I specifically ordered you not to, correct?
  Extended Correspondence

  You call me sinister? The last letter you sent was cursed! I do not blame you, of course, except for your continued conversation with the so-called Nyssa. I repeat for the last time - do not speak with xem! Xe will twist what you know until you fall as xe has.
  
  
  I We did not drive Nyssa out of xer home city. Xe left because of the last dredges of the gangs that we haven't yet cleaned up. That we hadn't yet cleaned up. At the time. I didn't imply that they still exist because they don't still exist because we've converted the entire town. Don't verify that with xem. Stop talking with xem! Nyssa simply couldn't handle the sheer kindness our convertors showed and found no shelter from xer cruel gang-ex-friends. So xe left.
  
  
  And I sent you to - quietly - follow. Do your job.
  Final Correspondence

  I don't care how far across Kyrnn you travel! Follow xem to each and every town or I am emptying these coffers for nothing! Nyssa is just one misstep from being detectably Evil - I just know it. I need someone there to see when it happens. This is for the greater good and you wil-...
  
  
  Oh, one letter not enough, is it? Fine! Quit! You think you're the only one I have tailing that liar? Make sure to dispose of your pendant properly when you betray your faith and god.

[QUOTE="Thane Korino]Background:
Juno was 'born' or 'created' in a small nomadic tribe. Whether he was truely born, created or summoned is a secret that was never really revealed to him. (He was born from a female Oracle who was to give birth to the reincarnation of the Necromancer by both prophecy and an old spell that has them be born againafter a while). Either way at a young age he was often followed around and held as an inspirational figure because of their 'original' often referred to the villagers as the previous incarnation. Which was a very powerful and cunning necromancer with the same name and appearence, although their name is mostly covered up by the current religions now a days.


Juno was raised with such and never doubted the idea of being another version of the necromancer. Despite the fact they did not have or train in the power of necromancy, the villagers did not seem to mind for they knew that this was not the first time such had occured. Sooner or later, he was sent off to retrieve the ring and whatever else they desired from the original Necromancer's tomb. Not wanting to disturb it so much they nearly took the ring and an out of place interesting looking gear.


A hiearch from one of the main temples found out but the odd beliefs and the mentioning of an necromancer coming back. Viewing that said necromancer as 'evil' and thusly the rest of the villagers. Soon the village and most of the villagers were wiped out and 'cleansed' except for a few who ran. Juno himself didn't seem to be able to handle the madness and since he was consindered another version of the necromancer, although a child, he received a painful branding burned into his back in the shape of some odd rune.


That day, Juno swore to get vegeance upon hierach if not the whole temple for such an act.


Being abandoned and alone, it was quite lucky that Juno had been able to head off into another town. Having to adapt and learn how to use new skills, deceiving, persuading, stealing and running away seemed to be the got to skills. As well as the occasional odder jobs. From his work, his life has become a bit more improved, altough he still looks back on his past. Wondering more about their previous self, the mysteries left around them and their past and also the horrors for not being able to defend the village and the pain the temple hierachy caused. Although there is always the option of just trying to become a prospector or just a treasure hunter.

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Appearance description: As you see above, minus the jolly ol' helper skeletons, don't worry they're volunteers.


Trinket or Nicnak: a 1 pound red shelled egg.


Background: Noble


Backstory: the pen is mightier then a sword, for a blade can make a man kneel, but the written word can crumple a kingdom, empty it's coffers, force it's people out of their land, with all the effort of a few swishes of a ink pen, and the press of a seal on wax. She was raised with not a care in the world, with private tutelage in the ways of wizardry, courtesy of her uncle, a man who was once a teacher of the school of necromancy before he retired due to a "horrible reanimation accident" resulting in the loss of his legs, one arm and his left eye, apparently he was lucky.


She was indeed living the high life, as anybody would expect of a noble born daughter, modesty just wasn't in her name... unless is benefited her of course, indeed that last part right there seems to be the excuse for anything she does in her life, the pursuit of self benefit. For if there is nothing she loves more, is money, and where is money? in the hands of others, that wont do at all, this conundrum continued for about a year before she spied her father paying some passing adventurers for a job, apparently some sort of kobold problem in a cave somewhere... it didn't interest her one bit until she asked them why they would even bother putting themselves in danger.. until one of them boasted how they secured more money then what their being paid now within the caves... that lit a few lightbulbs in the woman's mind. She had skills in the ways of the contract and quill, but the blade? perhaps she could mix those skills... there was only one way she could find out...


Alignment: Lawful, Evil or as I call her. Lawful,bitch.


EXP: 0


Class: Wizard 1st level


Equipment:


Fine clothes, signet ring, Scroll of pedigree(proof of nobility, name and standing), dagger inscribed on the side says "A sharp knife is a safe knife." in Common, backpack, Scroll case with a few blank pages of velum within, ink pen/ink bottle, spell book, diary, sealing wax, Arcane focus rod, blanket, 3 days ration, 1 water skin. Hairbrush, spell component pouch, umbrella.


Languages: Common, Elvish, Infernal, Undercommon, Dwarvish


Gold: 96


Silver: 2


Copper: 8


Stats


Max HP: 7


Hit Die: 1d6


Armor Class: 12


Initiative: 2


Speed: 30


Strength & modifier: 7 Mod: -2


Dexterity: 14 Mod: 2


Constitution: 12 mod:1


Intelligence: 15+1+1(feat) = 17 Mod: 3


Wisdom: 8 mod:-1


Charisma: 13+1= 14 mod:2


Saves (just write in your save for that stat)


Strength: -2


Dexterity: 2


Constitution: 1


Intelligence:# 5


Wisdom:# 1


Charisma: 2


Skills (if proficient put "#" and your mod for it, otherwise just put mod)


Acrobatics: 2


Animal Handling: 2


Arcana:# 5


Athletics: -2


Deception: 2


History:# 5


Insight: -1


Intimidation:# 4


Investigation:# 5


Medicine: 3


Nature: 3


Perception: -1


Performance: 2


Persuasion:# 3


Religion: 3


Slight of Hand: 2


Stealth: 2


Survival: -1


Feats:


(human variant) Linguist, +1 Int, +3 languages, can create written ciphers, this cannot be deciphered unless taught, succeed on a intelligence check Dc int mod + proficiency bonus or use magic.


Proficients


Light Crossbow, dagger, quarterstaff, sling, dragon-chess game set,


Weaponry:


Dagger


ATT: 2(proficiency)+2(Dexterity)= 4


1d4+2 Piercing, Light, Finesse, thrown. (range 20/60)


Spellbook


0 level cantrips


Ray of frost, range 60 feet, ranged touch atack, on hit 1d8 + lower target's speed by 10 feet


Light, emits light, 1 hour duration.


Mage hand


1st level spells known, #= slotted


detect magic # what it says on the tin.


Witch bolt # ranged touch attack, range 30 feet, 1d12, 1d12 for each round an action is used to sustain.


Mage armor #, duration 8 hours, touch, unarmored target's AC becomes 13+dex modifier.


Magic missile range 120, 1d4+1, +1 missile if put in spell slot higher then 1.


Thunderwave, 15 foot cone, DC 13 constitution, 2d8 thunder damage and pushed 10 feet away from caster on failed save, halve damage and no push if success, unsecured objects get pushed 10 feet and blast is audible 300 feet away.


Arcane recovery: 1 first level spell each rest recoverable.

However, there must come a time where a boy truly becomes a man, and must walk down a path of his own choosing. Having little proficiency for his father's craft, Nathaniel instead chose to take up arms and serve his country. Thus, he enlisted in the army, and marched off to do battle with whomever would seek to threaten the sanctity of his homeland. Or at least, that was the intention. After completing his basic training, most of Nathaniel's military life was spent on fairly quiet patrols, with the occasional minor skirmish against some brigands.


Eventually, things took a turn for the arguably worse, as Nathaniel's patrol was ambushed in the night by a band of roving Draconians. Despite being outnumbered, the foul reptilians were more than a match for the minimally experienced soldiers. The matter was only worsened by the beasts turning to stone when slain, usually trapping whatever weapon was used to dispatch them. One of the Draconians managed to topple Nathaniel, and proceeded to bring its greataxe down towards his head. While doubtful that it would work, the young soldier brought his shield to bear, hoping it would hold strong, or at least lessen the impact.


When the axe and shield collided, however, it harmlessly bounced off, having been repulsed in a flash of light. For reasons beyond Nathaniel or his companion's comprehension, this occurrence drove back the Draconians, thus winning them the day. (Or the night, if you want to get into semantics) Before rising to his feet, the young lad looked up at the night sky, and noticed something intriguing. A particular collection of stars was shining ever so slightly brighter than the rest, as if attempting to stand out. While not all that familiar with constellations, Nathaniel could see that they formed a shape, vaguely resembling a bison's head in appearance.


Not knowing what to make of this, he sought out the guidance of the local garrison's priest. To say that the holy man's response was ecstatic would be an understatement. Taking it as a sign from the one of the gods themselves, the priest immediately took action. After 'calmly persuading' his commanding officer to discharge Nathaniel from active duty posthaste, the former soldier was taken into the fold of Kiri-Jolith's faithful. He would then spend the next two years learning the tenets of the Sword of Justice, and his future duties as an agent of His will. Coincidentally, this was when Nathaniel was also taught how to read and write, so as to better understand the holy texts.


With his enthusiasm reforged into zeal, and courage filling his heart, Nathaniel was deemed ready.


Much of his wages earned as a soldier were spent on his own arms, armour, and supplies, while his clerical mentors donated a shield to complete the ensemble. Now a newly trained Paladin of the Bison of Heaven, Nathaniel Durand set out into the world, so that he may bring justice, wherever it is required.



Alignment: Lawful Good


EXP: 0


Class (and level of class): Paladin, Level 1


Equipment:


-Chain Mail (Helmet and Gauntlets included for flavour reasons)


-Longsword


-Shield, serves as a Holy Symbol of Kiri-Jolith


-Light Hammer


-Deck of cards


-Common clothes


-Belt pouch (contains 10 GP)


-Military Insignia, that of a common soldier, to be precise.


-Piece of stone, chipped off a slain Draconian.


-Explorer's Pack


Languages: Common, Dwarvish


Stats


Max HP: 12


Hit Dice: 1d10


Armor Class: 18 (Chain Mail + Shield)


Initiative: +2


Speed: 30


Proficiency Bonus: +2


Strength & modifier: 18 (+4)


Dexterity: 14 (+2)


Constitution: 14 (+2)


Intelligence: 6 (-2)


Wisdom: 13 (+1)


Charisma: 16 (+3)


Saves


Strength: +4


Dexterity: +2


Constitution: +2


Intelligence: -2


Wisdom:# +3


Charisma:# +5


Skills


Acrobatics: +2


Animal Handling: +1


Arcana: -2


Athletics:# +6


Deception: +3


History: -2


Insight:# +3


Intimidation:# +5


Investigation: -2


Medicine: +1


Nature: -2


Perception:# +3


Performance: +3


Persuasion:# +5


Religion: -2


Sleight of Hand: +2


Stealth: +2


Survival: +1


Other Proficiencies


All armour, shields, simple weapons, martial weapons, playing cards, and land vehicles.


Feats


Shield Master


Attack Bonus and Weapon Stats


A.B.: 2 (proficiency) + 4 (Strength bonus) = +6


Longsword: 1d8 + 4 Slashing, Versatile (1d10)


Light hammer: 1d4 + 4 Bludgeoning, Light, Thrown (Range 20/60)

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A small idol depicting a nightmarish creature that gives you unsettling dreams when you sleep near it.


Background: Outlander


Backstory: Drok grew up among a nomadic tribe of minotaurs, always wandering and moving to where they thought they would be far enough away from civilization to avoid being slaughtered by adventurers hoping to make a name for themselves. They've trekked through ancient forests and deep caverns, and rarely stay in a spot for more than a few months. Drok made a small family for himself in his tribe, a wife and a young calf, and was happy with his life.


That all changed one day while he was out foraging for his families dinner. A group of explorer's must have seen him, because next thing he remembered was something slamming into the back of his head and then darkness. He woke up later far far from home, chained up in some sort of dungeon or prison. Later he was sold to a man in the city, and he spent the next few years as a slave.


Recently, he found the bars on his room's window complete gone, through some miracle managed to escape the city and make it to the forest. He heard a voice in his head laughing, and found himself possessing strange powers after a few days in the wilds. Drok doesn't understand what happened, and sometimes he feels like something's watching him, but all the cares about now is looking for his tribe.


Alignment: Neutral


EXP: 0


Class (and level of class): Warlock 1 (Fey Pact)


Equipment (weapons, armor, packs, food, if its not written here you don't have it):


Shortbow (25 gp)

40 Arrows (2 gp)

Leather Armor (10 gp)


Staff (5 gp)


Explorer's Pack (10 gp)


Spell Component Pouch (25 gp)


3 gp


Languages: Common, Giant


Stats


Max HP: 11


Armor Class: 14


Initiative: +3


Speed: 30


Strength: 12 (+1)


Dexterity: 17 (+3)


Constitution: 16 (+3)


Intelligence: 15 (+2)


Wisdom: 11 (+0)


Charisma: 18 (+4)


Saves


Strength: +1


Dexterity: +3


Constitution: +3


Intelligence: +2


Wisdom: # +2


Charisma: # +6


Skills (if proficient put "#" and your mod for it, otherwise just put mod)


Acrobatics: +3


Animal Handling:


Arcana: +2


Athletics: # +3


Deception: +4


History: +2


Insight: +0


Intimidation: # +6


Investigation: +2


Medicine: +0


Nature: # +4


Perception: +0


Performance: +4


Persuasion: +4


Religion: +2


Slight of Hand: +3


Stealth: +3


Survival: # +2


Other Proficiencies


Navigators Tools


Vehicles (Water)


Instrument (Drum)


Spells Known

Cantrips

Eldritch Blast


Mage Hand

Level 1

Armor of Agathys


Sleep

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Umbrie Shadowsong, faetouched noblewoman

 

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Now finished! Complete with (stolen) fancy formatting.

• Basics
• Stats
• Skills
• Equipment
• Appearance
• Traits
• History

• .

  Name: 'Joff the Thunderaxe'
  
  
  Class: Barbarian
  
  
  Race: Half-Orc
  
  
  Age: 19
  
  
  Background: Folk Hero
  
  
  Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  
  
  Languages: Common, Orc, Primordial

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• .

  Max HP: 15
  
  
  AC: 15
  
  
  Initiative: +2
  
  
  Speed: 30ft
  
  
  Level: 1
  
  
  EXP: 0/3000

  Str: 19 (+4) Save: +6
  
  
  Dex: 14 (+2) Save: +2
  
  
  Con: 16 (+3) Save: +5
  
  
  Int: 12 (+1) Save: +1
  
  
  Wis: 13 (+1) Save: +1
  
  
  Cha: 13 (+1) Save: +1

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  Passive Perception: 13
  
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• .

  Acrobatics: +2
  
  
  Animal Handling: +3
  
  
  Arcana: +1
  
  
  Athletics: +6
  
  
  Deception: +1
  
  
  History: +1
  
  
  Insight: +1
  
  
  Intimidation: +3
  
  
  Investigation: +1

  Medicine: +1
  
  
  Nature: +1
  
  
  Perception: +3
  
  
  Performance: +1
  
  
  Persuasion: +1
  
  
  Religion: +1
  
  
  Slight of Hand: +2
  
  
  Stealth: +2
  
  
  Survival: +3
  
  
  
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  » Proficient with Smith's Tools
  
  » Proficient in Land Vehicles
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• Money
  
  
  50gp
  
  
  Weapons
  
  
  
• Height: 6'10" (towering)
  
  
  Weight: 308lbs (broad muscle covered in defensive fat)
  
  
  Skin: Forest Green
  
  
  Eyes: Piercing Yellow
  
  
  Hair: Long Black Mane
  
  
  Body Type: Humanoid, burly, masculine
  
  
  Armour: Skin and fat
  
  
  Joff is often seen in a natural setting, trapping, hunting, being at ease in his own skin in every season. He is jovial but a bit clumsy when it comes to social matters, or even in a social setting.
  
  
  
  
  
• *Odds & Ends:
  
  
  Is a bit of a braggart. Likes to tell tales of his many deeds and feats, which grow more grandiose and minimize the involvement of others more and more with each telling..
  Personality Traits:
  
  "The strong must stand together to defend the weak, so that the weak might live to serve the strong"
  
  
  "Perhaps you've heard of me" *(
  
  see side
  
  )
  
  
  "Too much talk, let's just settle this properly"
  
  Ideals:
  
  The Kind Tyrant - "One day all shall be under my banner, and be well."
  
  Bonds:
  
  "Thunderbirds... these beings hold my destiny and respect."
  
  
  "Family, don't have one yet, but they're important.
  
  Flaws:
  
  "The best peace is one that leaves the defeated too crippled to ever challenge their better again."
  
  
• Backstory

  
  
  
  Joff is a wild thing in a very literal manner. Raised by a single mother who was unable to gain any support from the man who sired him. In spite of that man's station and wealth, or perhaps because of it, no one believe the claims he'd stoop to having relations with an orc.
  
  
  Joff's childhood was one of the freedoms granted to those without privilege. He could run through the woods, hunt hares, or watch the guards sparring any given day as he had no tutors, nor no master to take him as an apprentice, though one older human smith did hire him on occasion to help haul things and assist on weeks where orders were tight and hands were short. He got into scraps, got lost, got mugged... just lived his life really, until that day.
  
  
  It started like any other mind you, Joff had a clay urn he was going to fill with water at a public well before going out to see if he could trap a few game animals to sell to the butchers'. His plans were interrupted when a bolt of red lightning came down in front of him, and a being stood in the impact scorch. Eyes of crackling lightning, skin like seamless flexible stone, massive wings of metal feathers. Joff could not know if it was a construct or an outsider, let alone it's origin. The being raised an arm, the streets clearing as Joff stood his ground. It wasn't bravery then, though later he did claim it was. He just thought if such a thing wished to killing running would only serve to humiliate himself before he died.
  
  
  With a voice like booming thunder that could be heard through out his city, the being spoke. "Joff, destiny demands much of you. Cast yourself to the winds, let them pull you as they will. If you can endure every storm, and leave behind smitten ruins of every obstacle, you will be worth to climb the Sky Tower in the name of the Thunderbirds, and from it's peak, you will hold dominion over the land."
  
  
  To say Joff's life from that moment was easy would be a lie most grand. Rumor of his destiny spread across the land more swiftly then any bird could fly, and all sought to win him over, bend him to their will, or simply bury him in a shallow grave because of it... Such is the life of a destined hero.