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PALADIN 5

Medium humanoid female (Variant Human), lawful neutral

Armor Class 19 (Splint, Shield)

Hit Points 34 ( Max+average; 10+24 )
Speed 30' ft.

Senses Blindsight 10ft (Blindfighting)

Languages Common, Draconic/Marhoti, Nurian/Southlands/TamesheqMean to represent her homeland language. Given as a bonus from Far Traveler

Proficiency Bonus +3

EQUIPMENT & ENCUMBERANCE

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (135.3)

• Weight: 163 / 240 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (2.3 lbs.)

Copper: 98 | Silver: 0 | Gold: 17 | Obsidian: 0 | Platinum: 0

(115 Coins x .02 lbs. = 2.78 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (70 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lb. | Splint Mail - 60 lb. | Shield - 6 lb.
• Weapons (6 lbs.) Spear - 3 lb. | Whip 3 lb.
• Readied Items (0 lbs.) Amulet of the Devout - (--) | Pole of Collapsing - (--) | Holy Symbol (Tattoo on shoulder) |

EQUIPMENT STORED ON TABORLIN

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (33 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | (2) Bag ball bearings - 4 lb. | (2) Bag caltrops - 4 lb. | | (10) Candle - (--) | (10) Chalk (--)
  | Manacles - 6 lb. | (4) Rations - 8 lb. | String (10ft) (--) | (5) Torch - 5 lb. | Whetstone - 1lb |
• Strapped to Backpack (21 lbs.) | Grappling Hook - 4 lb. | Silk Rope - 5 lb. | crowbar - 5lb. | pole of collapsing - (--) | Bedroll and Blanket 10 lb.
• In Component Pouch (2 lb) | Bell (--) | (10) grasshopper leg (--) | Holy Water (flask) - 1 lb. | (5) Moonseeds (--) | Opalescent Feldspar (--) | (10) Parchment | Powdered Silver (1gp) (--) | Talc (--) |

EQUIPMENT CARRIED ON SANAA (MOUNT) (186/540 lb.)

Can be retrieved with an action if Sanaa (Mount) is within reach. If Sanaa 'dies', the items fall to the ground unharmed.

• Packed with SanaaSanaa appears as a giant hyena, and uses the warhorse statblock. Sanaa follows the rules for Find Steed under the paladin spell list and has the Fey type, and an INT of 6 instead of 2. Sanaa is always summoned. | (20) Waterskins - 100 lb. | (20) Rations - 40 lb. | Lance | Viol 1 lb. | Book Bag (6 lb.) | Kit Pouch (6 lb.) | (5) Javelins - 10 lb. | (5) Javelin - 10 | Saddle, pack - 15 lb |
• In Book Bag (6 lb.) | Ink (--) | Ink Pen (--) | Travel Journal (book) - 5 lb. | Book Bag (pouch) 1 lb.
• In Kit Pouch (6 lb.) | Healer's Kit (10/10) - 3 lb. | Mess Kit - 1 lb. | Tinderbox - 1 lb. | Kit Pouch (pouch) 1 lb.

Claws. Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 11 (2d6 + 4) slashing damage.

MAGIC ITEMS

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (1/3)

+1 Amulet of the DevoutThis amulet bears the symbol of a deity inlaid with precious stones or metals. While you wear the holy symbol, you gain a +1 bonus to spell attack rolls and the saving throw DCs of your spells.

While you wear this amulet, you can use your Channel Divinity feature without expending one of the feature’s uses. Once this property is used, it can’t be used again until the next dawn. | 

APPEARANCE

Age 26 | Height 5' 7" | Weight 170 lbs. | Hair Dark Brown| Eyes Hazel | Complexion Dark

Taborlin stands at 5'7", has a mass of thick curly black hair with a shock of gold on one of her bangs, kept loose and wild like a lion's mane, but not dirty or greasy. She often wears a maroon headband to match her cloak and sash, which contrast nicely with a loose black tunic, trousers, and boots. Taborlin has bright brown eyes that almost look like they're on fire, many piercings on each ear, and a small gold stud in her left nostril. Their sash covers a studded belt that holds a whip, a small travel pouch, and a few small vials of whatever necessary concoction she needs at the time. Across her back they carry a simple spear adorned with a few bead-covered leather straps, and a small round shield made of metals.

BACKGROUND

FAR TRAVELER
Source Core

Personality Traits:

• I honor my deities through practices that are foreign to this land.
  Taborlin grabs a hot coal from the cookfire each night, and rubs it across her tattoo to appease her gods. The symbols representing Volund turn red hot, while the symbols representing Horus fade into a dark, ash-colored mass. They remain so until she pours water on them, in which case Volunds symbols steam and cool to black, and Horus’ symbols reform from the ash-colored mass.If she knows she cannot wash the tattoo, she only rubs cool ash instead to symbolically represent the ritual.

• I begin or end my day with small traditional rituals that are unfamiliar to those around me.
  Taborlin drinks the minimal amount of water she needs to survive and function. In the morning with her first cup, she pours out ¼ of her cup, on a nearby plant if applicable, but straight to the earth otherwise. There is a small chant she utters when doing this, essentially asking nature to take this gift of water and send a message of safety back to her home.

• I have a strong code of honor or sense of propriety that others don’t comprehend.
  Water is an important resource to the nomadic nature of her people, and any kind of blatant waste of it (rituals obviously excluded), especially while traveling, causes her hairs to stand on end. She has lived in Friula long enough to suppress the instinct to chide those who have no respect for water, mostly.

• Superstitious wariness about the sight of locusts or grasshoppers. To her they are a dark portent of a coming plague.

• Taborlin will stargaze if given the chance. Though not an adept navigator, the Tamesheq made great use of star charts and the tradition runs strong in all of them to admire the night sky.

Race Relations:

• She has worked with gnolls, minotaurs, and centaurs as hired help for the Tamesheq caravans, and as such has a decent opinion of them.

• She has had little contact with northlands races, and is extremely wary of them. The stories she has heard aren’t exactly flattering.

• Dhampir, ratfolk, dragonborn, trolls, and goblins are not to be trusted.

• Though Kobolds are sort of dragonkin, she’s had more exposure to non-threatening ones and is learning to like them more and more.

• Gearforged are interesting, but considered too delicate to really do anything. She has met very few, and never on a deep level or in any sort of physical contest or display.

• Anyone others she has no opinion of.

Ideals:

• Inquisitive. Everything is new, but I have a thirst to learn.
  Though she isn’t the most intellectually sharp, Taborlin does love to learn about the places she is traveling, partially for strategy, partially for her own enjoyment. If there is a codex, book, scroll, any kind of readable media she can acquire, especially surrounding healing malignant magical maladies, she will do so. 

Bonds:

• The gods of my people are a comfort to me so far from home.
  Horus and the rest of the southlands pantheon serve as a reminder of the bond she shares with her home, and often says a small prayer to each of them. Volund specifically serves as a reminder of her exile and devotion to her daughter, since Volund is a newly acquired deity.

• So long as I have this token from my homeland, I can face any adversity in this strange land.
  Taborlin still wears the wedding band from her first marriage, though she had it resized to fit her left thumb. It reminds her of when her familial bonds at home were strong, and to remember the times that were good. Anyone who tries to steal it will be met with cold steel, and she will hunt down any successful thieves.

• Though I had no choice, I lament having to leave my loved one(s) behind. I hope to see them again one day.
  See backstory.

Flaws:

• I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.
  Taborlin is a frequent judge of martial skills, and is utterly convinced that her home nation’s fighting style is far superior to most others.

• I have a weakness for the new intoxicants and other pleasures of this land.
  During her time working with the Friula city watch and other mercenaries, she has acquired a taste for a light stimulant that allows for a sharpening of perception on long watches. I don’t think this needs a mechanical effects, but we can work something out if you’d like. More for flavor.
  She smokes tobacco from a small wooden pipe in the evenings as a way to wind down if she can.

• I am bullheaded hardly admit wrongdoing
  Taborlin can be very defensive and will find a way to save her own pride when she’s done something wrong, usually by not admitting it or deflecting to another person. She may or may not apologize for it the next morning, depends on how she feels about the person she was arguing with and the context of the situation.

Background Feature: All Eyes On You

BACKSTORY

As the southlands coastline slowly sank into the distance, Zahara breathed a final sigh of relief. Though she knew she wasn’t free of her past, she would at least be able to get a new start. Her people never really came this far north, and with luck she had caused them to believe she and her daughter were dead anyway. Burned to ash in a tenement fire, with her daughter's signet ring left in the ash as proof. She thanked the gods that calling upon the dead was frowned upon in Tamesheq society. The merchant schooner rocked lazily under the late morning sun as it was pulled north. The small crew stalked the top deck as they adjusted the sails to the changing winds. Zahara could hear their muffled chatter through the floorboards. The crates, barrels, and chests creaked and shifted with the slow rocking, and Phaedre, her young daughter, began to drift off into sleep.

“Not much longer, love…we’ll be safe in Friula.” she whispered to Phaedre. Zahara reached out a hand and lightly touched the scales on her daughter’s face. Phaedre had no understanding of her own condition. The little girl was hardly a year old at this point. “Friula has incredible libraries, my little star. Tomes and records of everything known in the world. You will grow not wanting for knowledge, I’m sure of it. And with the direction of the gods, we’ll find a way to get rid of this horrid curse put upon you.”

Phaedre cooed quietly and pressed her face into Zahara’s chest while searching with her little hands for something to grasp. Zahara offered a hand and Phaedre wrapped her fingers around as much of it as she could. Zahara felt the dark dragon-like scales that covered a few of the infant's fingers press into her skin. Cold and smooth juxtaposed with a soft warmth. To her people, Phaedre was a monster that needed to be purged. They saw the child as proof of a twisted union between dragonkin and human, and 'proof' to her enemies at the court that Zahara had not been loyal to her husband, Tariq. An accusation that held some truth, but there was no dragonkin involved.

Her heart ached most when when she dwelled on her husband. When Phaedre was born, Tariq’s face twisted in disappointment, and then a deep sadness. It was like watching a flame sputter and die to a sudden crosswind. Tariq stood up and spoke quietly to the midwife, handing the child to her. She bowed, nothing unusual, and approached Zahara. In her postpartum daze, she didn’t notice Tariq leave the room, her only focus was on her child. As the midwife approached, Zahara finally saw what her husband had reacted to. Patches of sandy scales were easily apparent against the otherwise dark skin. She didn’t know what that meant,and she decided not to follow that thread. She only wanted to love her, and she was sure that despite it all, her family and husband would know what to do, and everything would be fine. She held Phaedre close, resting the infant against her bare chest.

She looked down at her daughter, now fast asleep in her arms making little baby snores, and softly began to cry.
 

PALADIN 5

Medium humanoid female (Variant Human), lawful neutral

Armor Class 19 (Splint, Shield)

Hit Points 34 ( Max+average; 10+24 )
Speed 30' ft.

Senses Blindsight 10ft (Blindfighting)

Languages Common, Draconic/Marhoti, Nurian/Southlands/TamesheqMean to represent her homeland language. Given as a bonus from Far Traveler

Proficiency Bonus +3

EQUIPMENT & ENCUMBERANCE

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (163.78)

• Weight: 163 / 240 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (2.78 lbs.)

Copper: 98 | Silver: 0 | Gold: 41 | Obsidian: 0 | Platinum: 0

(139 Coins x .02 lbs. = 2.78 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (70 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lb. | Splint Mail - 60 lb. | Shield - 6 lb.
• Weapons (6 lbs.) Spear - 3 lb. | Whip 3 lb.
• Readied Items (0 lbs.) Amulet of the Devout - (--) | Pole of Collapsing - (--) | Holy Symbol (Tattoo on shoulder) |

EQUIPMENT STORED ON TABORLIN

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (33 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | (2) Bag ball bearings - 4 lb. | (2) Bag caltrops - 4 lb. | | (10) Candle - (--) | (10) Chalk (--)
  | Manacles - 6 lb. | (4) Rations - 8 lb. | String (10ft) (--) | (5) Torch - 5 lb. | Whetstone - 1lb |
• Strapped to Backpack (0 lbs.) 
• In Book Bag (6 lb.) | Ink (--) | Ink Pen (--) | Travel Journal (book) - 5 lb. | Book Bag (pouch) 1 lb.
• In Kit Pouch (6 lb.) | Healer's Kit (10/10) - 3 lb. | Mess Kit - 1 lb. | Tinderbox - 1 lb. | Kit Pouch (pouch) 1 lb.
• In Component Pouch (2 lb) | Bell (--) | (10) grasshopper leg (--) | Holy Water (flask) - 1 lb. | (5) Moonseeds (--) | Opalescent Feldspar (--) | (10) Parchment | Powdered Silver (1gp) (--) | Talc (--) |

EQUIPMENT CARRIED ON SANAA (MOUNT) (87/540 lb.)

Can be retrieved with an action if Sanaa (Mount) is within reach. If Sanaa 'dies', the items fall to the ground unharmed.

• Packed with SanaaSanaa appears as a giant hyena, and uses the warhorse statblock. Sanaa follows the rules for Find Steed under the paladin spell list and has the Fey type, and an INT of 6 instead of 2. Sanaa is always summoned. | (4) Waterskins - 20 lb. | (10) Rations - 20 lb. | Lance | Silk Rope and Grappling Hook - 9 lb. | Bed and Blanket - 10 lb. | Viol 1 lb. | Book Bag (6 lb.) | Kit Pouch (6 lb.) | (5) Javelins - 10 lb. | Cowbar - 5 lb.

Claws. Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 11 (2d6 + 4) slashing damage.

MAGIC ITEMS

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (1/3)

+1 Amulet of the DevoutThis amulet bears the symbol of a deity inlaid with precious stones or metals. While you wear the holy symbol, you gain a +1 bonus to spell attack rolls and the saving throw DCs of your spells.

While you wear this amulet, you can use your Channel Divinity feature without expending one of the feature’s uses. Once this property is used, it can’t be used again until the next dawn. | 

APPEARANCE

Age 26 | Height 5' 7" | Weight 170 lbs. | Hair Dark Brown| Eyes Hazel | Complexion Dark

Taborlin stands at 5'7", has a mass of thick curly black hair with a shock of gold on one of her bangs, kept loose and wild like a lion's mane, but not dirty or greasy. She often wears a maroon headband to match her cloak and sash, which contrast nicely with a loose black tunic, trousers, and boots. Taborlin has bright brown eyes that almost look like they're on fire, many piercings on each ear, and a small gold stud in her left nostril. Their sash covers a studded belt that holds a whip, a small travel pouch, and a few small vials of whatever necessary concoction she needs at the time. Across her back they carry a simple spear adorned with a few bead-covered leather straps, and a small round shield made of metals.

BACKGROUND

FAR TRAVELER
Source Core

Personality Traits:

• I honor my deities through practices that are foreign to this land.
  Taborlin grabs a hot coal from the cookfire each night, and rubs it across her tattoo to appease her gods. The symbols representing Volund turn red hot, while the symbols representing Horus fade into a dark, ash-colored mass. They remain so until she pours water on them, in which case Volunds symbols steam and cool to black, and Horus’ symbols reform from the ash-colored mass.If she knows she cannot wash the tattoo, she only rubs cool ash instead to symbolically represent the ritual.

• I begin or end my day with small traditional rituals that are unfamiliar to those around me.
  Taborlin drinks the minimal amount of water she needs to survive and function. In the morning with her first cup, she pours out ¼ of her cup, on a nearby plant if applicable, but straight to the earth otherwise. There is a small chant she utters when doing this, essentially asking nature to take this gift of water and send a message of safety back to her home.

• I have a strong code of honor or sense of propriety that others don’t comprehend.
  Water is an important resource to the nomadic nature of her people, and any kind of blatant waste of it (rituals obviously excluded), especially while traveling, causes her hairs to stand on end. She has lived in Friula long enough to suppress the instinct to chide those who have no respect for water, mostly.

• Superstitious wariness about the sight of locusts or grasshoppers. To her they are a dark portent of a coming plague.

• Taborlin will stargaze if given the chance. Though not an adept navigator, the Tamesheq made great use of star charts and the tradition runs strong in all of them to admire the night sky.

Race Relations:

• She has worked with gnolls, minotaurs, and centaurs as hired help for the Tamesheq caravans, and as such has a decent opinion of them.

• She has had little contact with northlands races, and is extremely wary of them. The stories she has heard aren’t exactly flattering.

• Dhampir, ratfolk, dragonborn, trolls, and goblins are not to be trusted.

• Though Kobolds are sort of dragonkin, she’s had more exposure to non-threatening ones and is learning to like them more and more.

• Gearforged are interesting, but considered too delicate to really do anything. She has met very few, and never on a deep level or in any sort of physical contest or display.

• Anyone others she has no opinion of.

Ideals:

• Inquisitive. Everything is new, but I have a thirst to learn.
  Though she isn’t the most intellectually sharp, Taborlin does love to learn about the places she is traveling, partially for strategy, partially for her own enjoyment. If there is a codex, book, scroll, any kind of readable media she can acquire, especially surrounding healing malignant magical maladies, she will do so. 

Bonds:

• The gods of my people are a comfort to me so far from home.
  Horus and the rest of the southlands pantheon serve as a reminder of the bond she shares with her home, and often says a small prayer to each of them. Volund specifically serves as a reminder of her exile and devotion to her daughter, since Volund is a newly acquired deity.

• So long as I have this token from my homeland, I can face any adversity in this strange land.
  Taborlin still wears the wedding band from her first marriage, though she had it resized to fit her left thumb. It reminds her of when her familial bonds at home were strong, and to remember the times that were good. Anyone who tries to steal it will be met with cold steel, and she will hunt down any successful thieves.

• Though I had no choice, I lament having to leave my loved one(s) behind. I hope to see them again one day.
  See backstory.

Flaws:

• I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.
  Taborlin is a frequent judge of martial skills, and is utterly convinced that her home nation’s fighting style is far superior to most others.

• I have a weakness for the new intoxicants and other pleasures of this land.
  During her time working with the Friula city watch and other mercenaries, she has acquired a taste for a light stimulant that allows for a sharpening of perception on long watches. I don’t think this needs a mechanical effects, but we can work something out if you’d like. More for flavor.
  She smokes tobacco from a small wooden pipe in the evenings as a way to wind down if she can.

• I am bullheaded hardly admit wrongdoing
  Taborlin can be very defensive and will find a way to save her own pride when she’s done something wrong, usually by not admitting it or deflecting to another person. She may or may not apologize for it the next morning, depends on how she feels about the person she was arguing with and the context of the situation.

Background Feature: All Eyes On You

BACKSTORY

As the southlands coastline slowly sank into the distance, Zahara breathed a final sigh of relief. Though she knew she wasn’t free of her past, she would at least be able to get a new start. Her people never really came this far north, and with luck she had caused them to believe she and her daughter were dead anyway. Burned to ash in a tenement fire, with her daughter's signet ring left in the ash as proof. She thanked the gods that calling upon the dead was frowned upon in Tamesheq society. The merchant schooner rocked lazily under the late morning sun as it was pulled north. The small crew stalked the top deck as they adjusted the sails to the changing winds. Zahara could hear their muffled chatter through the floorboards. The crates, barrels, and chests creaked and shifted with the slow rocking, and Phaedre, her young daughter, began to drift off into sleep.

“Not much longer, love…we’ll be safe in Friula.” she whispered to Phaedre. Zahara reached out a hand and lightly touched the scales on her daughter’s face. Phaedre had no understanding of her own condition. The little girl was hardly a year old at this point. “Friula has incredible libraries, my little star. Tomes and records of everything known in the world. You will grow not wanting for knowledge, I’m sure of it. And with the direction of the gods, we’ll find a way to get rid of this horrid curse put upon you.”

Phaedre cooed quietly and pressed her face into Zahara’s chest while searching with her little hands for something to grasp. Zahara offered a hand and Phaedre wrapped her fingers around as much of it as she could. Zahara felt the dark dragon-like scales that covered a few of the infant's fingers press into her skin. Cold and smooth juxtaposed with a soft warmth. To her people, Phaedre was a monster that needed to be purged. They saw the child as proof of a twisted union between dragonkin and human, and 'proof' to her enemies at the court that Zahara had not been loyal to her husband, Tariq. An accusation that held some truth, but there was no dragonkin involved.

Her heart ached most when when she dwelled on her husband. When Phaedre was born, Tariq’s face twisted in disappointment, and then a deep sadness. It was like watching a flame sputter and die to a sudden crosswind. Tariq stood up and spoke quietly to the midwife, handing the child to her. She bowed, nothing unusual, and approached Zahara. In her postpartum daze, she didn’t notice Tariq leave the room, her only focus was on her child. As the midwife approached, Zahara finally saw what her husband had reacted to. Patches of sandy scales were easily apparent against the otherwise dark skin. She didn’t know what that meant,and she decided not to follow that thread. She only wanted to love her, and she was sure that despite it all, her family and husband would know what to do, and everything would be fine. She held Phaedre close, resting the infant against her bare chest.

She looked down at her daughter, now fast asleep in her arms making little baby snores, and softly began to cry.
 

PALADIN 5

Medium humanoid female (Variant Human), lawful neutral

Armor Class 19 (Splint, Shield)

Hit Points 34 ( Max+average; 10+24 )
Speed 30' ft.

Senses Blindsight 10ft (Blindfighting)

Languages Common, Draconic/Marhoti, Nurian/Southlands/TamesheqMean to represent her homeland language. Given as a bonus from Far Traveler

Proficiency Bonus +3

EQUIPMENT & ENCUMBERANCE

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (163.78)

• Weight: 163 / 240 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (2.78 lbs.)

Copper: 98 | Silver: 0 | Gold: 41 | Obsidian: 0 | Platinum: 0

(139 Coins x .02 lbs. = 2.78 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (70 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lb. | Splint Mail - 60 lb. | Shield - 6 lb.
• Weapons (6 lbs.) Spear - 3 lb. | Whip 3 lb.
• Readied Items (0 lbs.) Amulet of the Devout - (--) | Pole of Collapsing - (--) | Holy Symbol (Tattoo on shoulder) |

EQUIPMENT STORED ON TABORLIN

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (33 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | (2) Bag ball bearings - 4 lb. | (2) Bag caltrops - 4 lb. | | (10) Candle - (--) | (10) Chalk (--)
  | Manacles - 6 lb. | (4) Rations - 8 lb. | String (10ft) (--) | (5) Torch - 5 lb. | Whetstone - 1lb |
• Strapped to Backpack (0 lbs.) 
• In Book Bag (6 lb.) | Ink (--) | Ink Pen (--) | Travel Journal (book) - 5 lb. | Book Bag (pouch) 1 lb.
• In Kit Pouch (6 lb.) | Healer's Kit (10/10) - 3 lb. | Mess Kit - 1 lb. | Tinderbox - 1 lb. | Kit Pouch (pouch) 1 lb.
• In Component Pouch (2 lb) | Bell (--) | (10) grasshopper leg (--) | Holy Water (flask) - 1 lb. | (5) Moonseeds (--) | Opalescent Feldspar (--) | (10) Parchment | Powdered Silver (1gp) (--) | Talc (--) |

EQUIPMENT CARRIED ON SANAA (MOUNT) (87/540 lb.)

Can be retrieved with an action if Sanaa (Mount) is within reach. If Sanaa 'dies', the items fall to the ground unharmed.

• Packed with SanaaSanaa appears as a giant hyena, and uses the warhorse statblock. Sanaa follows the rules for Find Steed under the paladin spell list and has the Fey type, and an INT of 6 instead of 2. Sanaa is always summoned. | (4) Waterskins - 20 lb. | (10) Rations - 20 lb. | Lance | Silk Rope and Grappling Hook - 9 lb. | Bed and Blanket - 10 lb. | Viol 1 lb. | Book Bag (6 lb.) | Kit Pouch (6 lb.) | (5) Javelins - 10 lb. | Cowbar - 5 lb.

Claws. Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 11 (2d6 + 4) slashing damage.

MAGIC ITEMS

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (1/3)

+1 Amulet of the DevoutThis amulet bears the symbol of a deity inlaid with precious stones or metals. While you wear the holy symbol, you gain a +1 bonus to spell attack rolls and the saving throw DCs of your spells.

While you wear this amulet, you can use your Channel Divinity feature without expending one of the feature’s uses. Once this property is used, it can’t be used again until the next dawn. | 

APPEARANCE

Age 26 | Height 5' 7" | Weight 170 lbs. | Hair Dark Brown| Eyes Hazel | Complexion Dark

Taborlin stands at 5'7", has a mass of thick curly black hair with a shock of gold on one of her bangs, kept loose and wild like a lion's mane, but not dirty or greasy. They often wear a maroon headband to match their cloak and sash, which contrast nicely with a loose black tunic, trousers, and boots. Taborlin has bright brown eyes that almost look like they're on fire, many piercings on each ear, one on their upper lip (medusa) with a maroon gem, and a small gold stud in their left nostril. Their sash covers a studded belt that holds a starkly simple hand-crossbow, a small travel pouch, and a few small vials of whatever necessary concoction they need at the time. Across their back they carry a bluesteel spear adorned with a few bead-covered leather straps, and a small round buckler shield made of hardwood and brass etched with symbols of her oath, and the two deities she worships, Volund and Horus.

BACKGROUND

FAR TRAVELER
Source Core

Personality Traits:

• I honor my deities through practices that are foreign to this land.
  Taborlin grabs a hot coal from the cookfire each night, and rubs it across her tattoo to appease her gods. The symbols representing Volund turn red hot, while the symbols representing Horus fade into a dark, ash-colored mass. They remain so until she pours water on them, in which case Volunds symbols steam and cool to black, and Horus’ symbols reform from the ash-colored mass.If she knows she cannot wash the tattoo, she only rubs cool ash instead to symbolically represent the ritual.

• I begin or end my day with small traditional rituals that are unfamiliar to those around me.
  Taborlin drinks the minimal amount of water she needs to survive and function. In the morning with her first cup, she pours out ¼ of her cup, on a nearby plant if applicable, but straight to the earth otherwise. There is a small chant she utters when doing this, essentially asking nature to take this gift of water and send a message of safety back to her home.

• I have a strong code of honor or sense of propriety that others don’t comprehend.
  Water is an important resource to the nomadic nature of her people, and any kind of blatant waste of it (rituals obviously excluded), especially while traveling, causes her hairs to stand on end. She has lived in Friula long enough to suppress the instinct to chide those who have no respect for water, mostly.

• Superstitious wariness about the sight of locusts or grasshoppers. To her they are a dark portent of a coming plague.

• Taborlin will stargaze if given the chance. Though not an adept navigator, the Tamesheq made great use of star charts and the tradition runs strong in all of them to admire the night sky.

Race Relations:

• She has worked with gnolls, minotaurs, and centaurs as hired help for the Tamesheq caravans, and as such has a decent opinion of them.

• She has had little contact with northlands races, and is extremely wary of them. The stories she has heard aren’t exactly flattering.

• Dhampir, ratfolk, dragonborn, trolls, and goblins are not to be trusted.

• Though Kobolds are sort of dragonkin, she’s had more exposure to non-threatening ones and is learning to like them more and more.

• Gearforged are interesting, but considered too delicate to really do anything. She has met very few, and never on a deep level or in any sort of physical contest or display.

• Anyone others she has no opinion of.

Ideals:

• Inquisitive. Everything is new, but I have a thirst to learn.
  Though she isn’t the most intellectually sharp, Taborlin does love to learn about the places she is traveling, partially for strategy, partially for her own enjoyment. If there is a codex, book, scroll, any kind of readable media she can acquire, especially surrounding healing malignant magical maladies, she will do so. 

Bonds:

• The gods of my people are a comfort to me so far from home.
  Horus and the rest of the southlands pantheon serve as a reminder of the bond she shares with her home, and often says a small prayer to each of them. Volund specifically serves as a reminder of her exile and devotion to her daughter, since Volund is a newly acquired deity.

• So long as I have this token from my homeland, I can face any adversity in this strange land.
  Taborlin still wears the wedding band from her first marriage, though she had it resized to fit her left thumb. It reminds her of when her familial bonds at home were strong, and to remember the times that were good. Anyone who tries to steal it will be met with cold steel, and she will hunt down any successful thieves.

• Though I had no choice, I lament having to leave my loved one(s) behind. I hope to see them again one day.
  See backstory.

Flaws:

• I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.
  Taborlin is a frequent judge of martial skills, and is utterly convinced that her home nation’s fighting style is far superior to most others.

• I have a weakness for the new intoxicants and other pleasures of this land.
  During her time working with the Friula city watch and other mercenaries, she has acquired a taste for a light stimulant that allows for a sharpening of perception on long watches. I don’t think this needs a mechanical effects, but we can work something out if you’d like. More for flavor.
  She smokes tobacco from a small wooden pipe in the evenings as a way to wind down if she can.

• I am bullheaded hardly admit wrongdoing
  Taborlin can be very defensive and will find a way to save her own pride when she’s done something wrong, usually by not admitting it or deflecting to another person. She may or may not apologize for it the next morning, depends on how she feels about the person she was arguing with and the context of the situation.

Background Feature: All Eyes On You

BACKSTORY

As the southlands coastline slowly sank into the distance, Zahara breathed a final sigh of relief. Though she knew she wasn’t free of her past, she would at least be able to get a new start. Her people never really came this far north, and with luck she had caused them to believe she and her daughter were dead anyway. Burned to ash in a tenement fire, with her daughter's signet ring left in the ash as proof. She thanked the gods that calling upon the dead was frowned upon in Tamesheq society. The merchant schooner rocked lazily under the late morning sun as it was pulled north. The small crew stalked the top deck as they adjusted the sails to the changing winds. Zahara could hear their muffled chatter through the floorboards. The crates, barrels, and chests creaked and shifted with the slow rocking, and Phaedre, her young daughter, began to drift off into sleep.

“Not much longer, love…we’ll be safe in Friula.” she whispered to Phaedre. Zahara reached out a hand and lightly touched the scales on her daughter’s face. Phaedre had no understanding of her own condition. The little girl was hardly a year old at this point. “Friula has incredible libraries, my little star. Tomes and records of everything known in the world. You will grow not wanting for knowledge, I’m sure of it. And with the direction of the gods, we’ll find a way to get rid of this horrid curse put upon you.”

Phaedre cooed quietly and pressed her face into Zahara’s chest while searching with her little hands for something to grasp. Zahara offered a hand and Phaedre wrapped her fingers around as much of it as she could. Zahara felt the dark dragon-like scales that covered a few of the infant's fingers press into her skin. Cold and smooth juxtaposed with a soft warmth. To her people, Phaedre was a monster that needed to be purged. They saw the child as proof of a twisted union between dragonkin and human, and 'proof' to her enemies at the court that Zahara had not been loyal to her husband, Tariq. An accusation that held some truth, but there was no dragonkin involved.

Her heart ached most when when she dwelled on her husband. When Phaedre was born, Tariq’s face twisted in disappointment, and then a deep sadness. It was like watching a flame sputter and die to a sudden crosswind. Tariq stood up and spoke quietly to the midwife, handing the child to her. She bowed, nothing unusual, and approached Zahara. In her postpartum daze, she didn’t notice Tariq leave the room, her only focus was on her child. As the midwife approached, Zahara finally saw what her husband had reacted to. Patches of sandy scales were easily apparent against the otherwise dark skin. She didn’t know what that meant,and she decided not to follow that thread. She only wanted to love her, and she was sure that despite it all, her family and husband would know what to do, and everything would be fine. She held Phaedre close, resting the infant against her bare chest.

She looked down at her daughter, now fast asleep in her arms making little baby snores, and softly began to cry.

PALADIN 5

Medium humanoid female (Variant Human), lawful neutral

Armor Class 19 (Splint, Shield)

Hit Points 34 ( Max+average; 10+24 )
Speed 30' ft.

Senses Blindsight 10ft (Blindfighting)

Languages Common, Draconic/Marhoti, Nurian/Southlands/TamesheqMean to represent her homeland language. Given as a bonus from Far Traveler

Proficiency Bonus +3

EQUIPMENT & ENCUMBERANCE

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (163.78)

• Weight: 163 / 240 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (2.78 lbs.)

Copper: 98 | Silver: 0 | Gold: 41 | Obsidian: 0 | Platinum: 0

(139 Coins x .02 lbs. = 2.78 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (70 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lb. | Splint Mail - 60 lb. | Shield - 6 lb.
• Weapons (16 lbs.) Spear - 3 lb. | (5) Javelin - 10 lb. | Whip 3 lb.
• Readied Items (0 lbs.) Amulet of the Devout - (--) | Pole of Collapsing - (--) | Holy Symbol (Tattoo on shoulder) |

EQUIPMENT STORED (lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (33 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | (2) Bag ball bearings - 4 lb. | (2) Bag caltrops - 4 lb. | | (10) Candle - (--) | (10) Chalk (--)
  | Manacles - 6 lb. | (4) Rations - 8 lb. | String (10ft) (--) | (5) Torch - 5 lb. | Whetstone - 1lb |
• Strapped to Backpack (27 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll - 7 lbs. | Viol - 1 lbs. | Crowbar - 5 lb.
• In Book Bag (6 lb.) | Ink (--) | Ink Pen (--) | Travel Journal (book) - 5 lb. | Book Bag (pouch) 1 lb.
• In Kit Pouch (6 lb.) | Healer's Kit (10/10) - 3 lb. | Mess Kit - 1 lb. | Tinderbox - 1 lb. | Kit Pouch (pouch) 1 lb.
• In Component Pouch (2 lb) | Bell (--) | (10) grasshopper leg (--) | Holy Water (flask) - 1 lb. | (5) Moonseeds (--) | Opalescent Feldspar (--) | (10) Parchment | Powdered Silver (1gp) (--) | Talc (--) |

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--/540 lb)

• Packed with SanaaSanaa appears as a giant hyena, and uses the warhorse statblock. Sanaa follows the rules for Find Steed under the paladin spell list and has the Fey type, and an INT of 6 instead of 2. Sanaa is always summoned.
  | Waterskins | Rations | Lance | Silk Rope and Grappling Hook | Bed and Blanket | Viol | Book Bag | Kit Pouch Javelins
• Warhorse
• Large Fey Beast, Unaligned
•  
• AC 11 | HP 19 | Speed 60 ft.
•  
• STR 18 (+4) | DEX 12 (+1) | CON 13 (+1)
• INT 6 (-2) | WIS 12 (+1) | CHA 7 (-2)
•  
• Passive Perception 11
• Languages: Can't speak, but understands Tamesheq
• Proficiency Bonus +2
•  

Claws. Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 11 (2d6 + 4) slashing damage.

MAGIC ITEMS

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (1/3)

+1 Amulet of the DevoutThis amulet bears the symbol of a deity inlaid with precious stones or metals. While you wear the holy symbol, you gain a +1 bonus to spell attack rolls and the saving throw DCs of your spells.

While you wear this amulet, you can use your Channel Divinity feature without expending one of the feature’s uses. Once this property is used, it can’t be used again until the next dawn. | 

APPEARANCE

Age 26 | Height 5' 7" | Weight 170 lbs. | Hair Dark Brown| Eyes Hazel | Complexion Dark

Taborlin stands at 5'7", has a mass of thick curly black hair with a shock of gold on one of her bangs, kept loose and wild like a lion's mane, but not dirty or greasy. They often wear a maroon headband to match their cloak and sash, which contrast nicely with a loose black tunic, trousers, and boots. Taborlin has bright brown eyes that almost look like they're on fire, many piercings on each ear, one on their upper lip (medusa) with a maroon gem, and a small gold stud in their left nostril. Their sash covers a studded belt that holds a starkly simple hand-crossbow, a small travel pouch, and a few small vials of whatever necessary concoction they need at the time. Across their back they carry a bluesteel spear adorned with a few bead-covered leather straps, and a small round buckler shield made of hardwood and brass etched with symbols of her oath, and the two deities she worships, Volund and Horus.

BACKGROUND

FAR TRAVELER
Source Core

Personality Traits:

• I honor my deities through practices that are foreign to this land.
  Taborlin grabs a hot coal from the cookfire each night, and rubs it across her tattoo to appease her gods. The symbols representing Volund turn red hot, while the symbols representing Horus fade into a dark, ash-colored mass. They remain so until she pours water on them, in which case Volunds symbols steam and cool to black, and Horus’ symbols reform from the ash-colored mass.If she knows she cannot wash the tattoo, she only rubs cool ash instead to symbolically represent the ritual.

• I begin or end my day with small traditional rituals that are unfamiliar to those around me.
  Taborlin drinks the minimal amount of water she needs to survive and function. In the morning with her first cup, she pours out ¼ of her cup, on a nearby plant if applicable, but straight to the earth otherwise. There is a small chant she utters when doing this, essentially asking nature to take this gift of water and send a message of safety back to her home.

• I have a strong code of honor or sense of propriety that others don’t comprehend.
  Water is an important resource to the nomadic nature of her people, and any kind of blatant waste of it (rituals obviously excluded), especially while traveling, causes her hairs to stand on end. She has lived in Friula long enough to suppress the instinct to chide those who have no respect for water, mostly.

• Superstitious wariness about the sight of locusts or grasshoppers. To her they are a dark portent of a coming plague.

• Taborlin will stargaze if given the chance. Though not an adept navigator, the Tamesheq made great use of star charts and the tradition runs strong in all of them to admire the night sky.

Race Relations:

• She has worked with gnolls, minotaurs, and centaurs as hired help for the Tamesheq caravans, and as such has a decent opinion of them.

• She has had little contact with northlands races, and is extremely wary of them. The stories she has heard aren’t exactly flattering.

• Dhampir, ratfolk, dragonborn, trolls, and goblins are not to be trusted.

• Though Kobolds are sort of dragonkin, she’s had more exposure to non-threatening ones and is learning to like them more and more.

• Gearforged are interesting, but considered too delicate to really do anything. She has met very few, and never on a deep level or in any sort of physical contest or display.

• Anyone others she has no opinion of.

Ideals:

• Inquisitive. Everything is new, but I have a thirst to learn.
  Though she isn’t the most intellectually sharp, Taborlin does love to learn about the places she is traveling, partially for strategy, partially for her own enjoyment. If there is a codex, book, scroll, any kind of readable media she can acquire, especially surrounding healing malignant magical maladies, she will do so. 

Bonds:

• The gods of my people are a comfort to me so far from home.
  Horus and the rest of the southlands pantheon serve as a reminder of the bond she shares with her home, and often says a small prayer to each of them. Volund specifically serves as a reminder of her exile and devotion to her daughter, since Volund is a newly acquired deity.

• So long as I have this token from my homeland, I can face any adversity in this strange land.
  Taborlin still wears the wedding band from her first marriage, though she had it resized to fit her left thumb. It reminds her of when her familial bonds at home were strong, and to remember the times that were good. Anyone who tries to steal it will be met with cold steel, and she will hunt down any successful thieves.

• Though I had no choice, I lament having to leave my loved one(s) behind. I hope to see them again one day.
  See backstory.

Flaws:

• I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.
  Taborlin is a frequent judge of martial skills, and is utterly convinced that her home nation’s fighting style is far superior to most others.

• I have a weakness for the new intoxicants and other pleasures of this land.
  During her time working with the Friula city watch and other mercenaries, she has acquired a taste for a light stimulant that allows for a sharpening of perception on long watches. I don’t think this needs a mechanical effects, but we can work something out if you’d like. More for flavor.
  She smokes tobacco from a small wooden pipe in the evenings as a way to wind down if she can.

• I am bullheaded hardly admit wrongdoing
  Taborlin can be very defensive and will find a way to save her own pride when she’s done something wrong, usually by not admitting it or deflecting to another person. She may or may not apologize for it the next morning, depends on how she feels about the person she was arguing with and the context of the situation.

Background Feature: All Eyes On You

BACKSTORY

As the southlands coastline slowly sank into the distance, Zahara breathed a final sigh of relief. Though she knew she wasn’t free of her past, she would at least be able to get a new start. Her people never really came this far north, and with luck she had caused them to believe she and her daughter were dead anyway. Burned to ash in a tenement fire, with her daughter's signet ring left in the ash as proof. She thanked the gods that calling upon the dead was frowned upon in Tamesheq society. The merchant schooner rocked lazily under the late morning sun as it was pulled north. The small crew stalked the top deck as they adjusted the sails to the changing winds. Zahara could hear their muffled chatter through the floorboards. The crates, barrels, and chests creaked and shifted with the slow rocking, and Phaedre, her young daughter, began to drift off into sleep.

“Not much longer, love…we’ll be safe in Friula.” she whispered to Phaedre. Zahara reached out a hand and lightly touched the scales on her daughter’s face. Phaedre had no understanding of her own condition. The little girl was hardly a year old at this point. “Friula has incredible libraries, my little star. Tomes and records of everything known in the world. You will grow not wanting for knowledge, I’m sure of it. And with the direction of the gods, we’ll find a way to get rid of this horrid curse put upon you.”

Phaedre cooed quietly and pressed her face into Zahara’s chest while searching with her little hands for something to grasp. Zahara offered a hand and Phaedre wrapped her fingers around as much of it as she could. Zahara felt the dark dragon-like scales that covered a few of the infant's fingers press into her skin. Cold and smooth juxtaposed with a soft warmth. To her people, Phaedre was a monster that needed to be purged. They saw the child as proof of a twisted union between dragonkin and human, and 'proof' to her enemies at the court that Zahara had not been loyal to her husband, Tariq. An accusation that held some truth, but there was no dragonkin involved.

Her heart ached most when when she dwelled on her husband. When Phaedre was born, Tariq’s face twisted in disappointment, and then a deep sadness. It was like watching a flame sputter and die to a sudden crosswind. Tariq stood up and spoke quietly to the midwife, handing the child to her. She bowed, nothing unusual, and approached Zahara. In her postpartum daze, she didn’t notice Tariq leave the room, her only focus was on her child. As the midwife approached, Zahara finally saw what her husband had reacted to. Patches of sandy scales were easily apparent against the otherwise dark skin. She didn’t know what that meant,and she decided not to follow that thread. She only wanted to love her, and she was sure that despite it all, her family and husband would know what to do, and everything would be fine. She held Phaedre close, resting the infant against her bare chest.

She looked down at her daughter, now fast asleep in her arms making little baby snores, and softly began to cry.

PALADIN 5

Medium humanoid female (Variant Human), lawful neutral

Armor Class 19 (Splint, Shield)

Hit Points 34 ( Max+average; 10+24 )
Speed 30' ft.

Senses Blindsight 10ft (Blindfighting)

Languages Common, Draconic/Marhoti, Nurian/Southlands/TamesheqMean to represent her homeland language. Given as a bonus from Far Traveler

Proficiency Bonus +3

EQUIPMENT & ENCUMBERANCE

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (163.78)

• Weight: 163 / 240 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (2.78 lbs.)

Copper: 98 | Silver: 0 | Gold: 41 | Obsidian: 0 | Platinum: 0

(139 Coins x .02 lbs. = 2.78 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (70 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lb. | Splint Mail - 60 lb. | Shield - 6 lb.
• Weapons (16 lbs.) Spear - 3 lb. | (5) Javelin - 10 lb. | Whip 3 lb.
• Readied Items (0 lbs.) Amulet of the Devout - (--) | Pole of Collapsing - (--) | Holy Symbol (Tattoo on shoulder) |

EQUIPMENT STORED (lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (33 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | (2) Bag ball bearings - 4 lb. | (2) Bag caltrops - 4 lb. | | (10) Candle - (--) | (10) Chalk (--)
  | Manacles - 6 lb. | (4) Rations - 8 lb. | String (10ft) (--) | (5) Torch - 5 lb. | Whetstone - 1lb |
• Strapped to Backpack (27 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll - 7 lbs. | Viol - 1 lbs. | Crowbar - 5 lb.
• In Book Bag (6 lb.) | Ink (--) | Ink Pen (--) | Travel Journal (book) - 5 lb. | Book Bag (pouch) 1 lb.
• In Kit Pouch (6 lb.) | Healer's Kit (10/10) - 3 lb. | Mess Kit - 1 lb. | Tinderbox - 1 lb. | Kit Pouch (pouch) 1 lb.
• In Component Pouch (2 lb) | Bell (--) | (10) grasshopper leg (--) | Holy Water (flask) - 1 lb. | (5) Moonseeds (--) | Opalescent Feldspar (--) | (10) Parchment | Powdered Silver (1gp) (--) | Talc (--) |

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• none

MAGIC ITEMS

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (1/3)

+1 Amulet of the DevoutThis amulet bears the symbol of a deity inlaid with precious stones or metals. While you wear the holy symbol, you gain a +1 bonus to spell attack rolls and the saving throw DCs of your spells.

While you wear this amulet, you can use your Channel Divinity feature without expending one of the feature’s uses. Once this property is used, it can’t be used again until the next dawn. | 

APPEARANCE

Age 26 | Height 5' 7" | Weight 170 lbs. | Hair Dark Brown| Eyes Hazel | Complexion Dark

Taborlin stands at 5'7", has a mass of thick curly black hair with a shock of gold on one of her bangs, kept loose and wild like a lion's mane, but not dirty or greasy. They often wear a maroon headband to match their cloak and sash, which contrast nicely with a loose black tunic, trousers, and boots. Taborlin has bright brown eyes that almost look like they're on fire, many piercings on each ear, one on their upper lip (medusa) with a maroon gem, and a small gold stud in their left nostril. Their sash covers a studded belt that holds a starkly simple hand-crossbow, a small travel pouch, and a few small vials of whatever necessary concoction they need at the time. Across their back they carry a bluesteel spear adorned with a few bead-covered leather straps, and a small round buckler shield made of hardwood and brass etched with symbols of her oath, and the two deities she worships, Volund and Horus.

BACKGROUND

FAR TRAVELER
Source Core

Personality Traits:

• I honor my deities through practices that are foreign to this land.
  Taborlin grabs a hot coal from the cookfire each night, and rubs it across her tattoo to appease her gods. The symbols representing Volund turn red hot, while the symbols representing Horus fade into a dark, ash-colored mass. They remain so until she pours water on them, in which case Volunds symbols steam and cool to black, and Horus’ symbols reform from the ash-colored mass.If she knows she cannot wash the tattoo, she only rubs cool ash instead to symbolically represent the ritual.

• I begin or end my day with small traditional rituals that are unfamiliar to those around me.
  Taborlin drinks the minimal amount of water she needs to survive and function. In the morning with her first cup, she pours out ¼ of her cup, on a nearby plant if applicable, but straight to the earth otherwise. There is a small chant she utters when doing this, essentially asking nature to take this gift of water and send a message of safety back to her home.

• I have a strong code of honor or sense of propriety that others don’t comprehend.
  Water is an important resource to the nomadic nature of her people, and any kind of blatant waste of it (rituals obviously excluded), especially while traveling, causes her hairs to stand on end. She has lived in Friula long enough to suppress the instinct to chide those who have no respect for water, mostly.

• Superstitious wariness about the sight of locusts or grasshoppers. To her they are a dark portent of a coming plague.

• Taborlin will stargaze if given the chance. Though not an adept navigator, the Tamesheq made great use of star charts and the tradition runs strong in all of them to admire the night sky.

Race Relations:

• She has worked with gnolls, minotaurs, and centaurs as hired help for the Tamesheq caravans, and as such has a decent opinion of them.

• She has had little contact with northlands races, and is extremely wary of them. The stories she has heard aren’t exactly flattering.

• Dhampir, ratfolk, dragonborn, trolls, and goblins are not to be trusted.

• Though Kobolds are sort of dragonkin, she’s had more exposure to non-threatening ones and is learning to like them more and more.

• Gearforged are interesting, but considered too delicate to really do anything. She has met very few, and never on a deep level or in any sort of physical contest or display.

• Anyone others she has no opinion of.

Ideals:

• Inquisitive. Everything is new, but I have a thirst to learn.
  Though she isn’t the most intellectually sharp, Taborlin does love to learn about the places she is traveling, partially for strategy, partially for her own enjoyment. If there is a codex, book, scroll, any kind of readable media she can acquire, especially surrounding healing malignant magical maladies, she will do so. 

Bonds:

• The gods of my people are a comfort to me so far from home.
  Horus and the rest of the southlands pantheon serve as a reminder of the bond she shares with her home, and often says a small prayer to each of them. Volund specifically serves as a reminder of her exile and devotion to her daughter, since Volund is a newly acquired deity.

• So long as I have this token from my homeland, I can face any adversity in this strange land.
  Taborlin still wears the wedding band from her first marriage, though she had it resized to fit her left thumb. It reminds her of when her familial bonds at home were strong, and to remember the times that were good. Anyone who tries to steal it will be met with cold steel, and she will hunt down any successful thieves.

• Though I had no choice, I lament having to leave my loved one(s) behind. I hope to see them again one day.
  See backstory.

Flaws:

• I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.
  Taborlin is a frequent judge of martial skills, and is utterly convinced that her home nation’s fighting style is far superior to most others.

• I have a weakness for the new intoxicants and other pleasures of this land.
  During her time working with the Friula city watch and other mercenaries, she has acquired a taste for a light stimulant that allows for a sharpening of perception on long watches. I don’t think this needs a mechanical effects, but we can work something out if you’d like. More for flavor.
  She smokes tobacco from a small wooden pipe in the evenings as a way to wind down if she can.

• I am bullheaded hardly admit wrongdoing
  Taborlin can be very defensive and will find a way to save her own pride when she’s done something wrong, usually by not admitting it or deflecting to another person. She may or may not apologize for it the next morning, depends on how she feels about the person she was arguing with and the context of the situation.

Background Feature: All Eyes On You

BACKSTORY

As the southlands coastline slowly sank into the distance, Zahara breathed a final sigh of relief. Though she knew she wasn’t free of her past, she would at least be able to get a new start. Her people never really came this far north, and with luck she had caused them to believe she and her daughter were dead anyway. Burned to ash in a tenement fire, with her daughter's signet ring left in the ash as proof. She thanked the gods that calling upon the dead was frowned upon in Tamesheq society. The merchant schooner rocked lazily under the late morning sun as it was pulled north. The small crew stalked the top deck as they adjusted the sails to the changing winds. Zahara could hear their muffled chatter through the floorboards. The crates, barrels, and chests creaked and shifted with the slow rocking, and Phaedre, her young daughter, began to drift off into sleep.

“Not much longer, love…we’ll be safe in Friula.” she whispered to Phaedre. Zahara reached out a hand and lightly touched the scales on her daughter’s face. Phaedre had no understanding of her own condition. The little girl was hardly a year old at this point. “Friula has incredible libraries, my little star. Tomes and records of everything known in the world. You will grow not wanting for knowledge, I’m sure of it. And with the direction of the gods, we’ll find a way to get rid of this horrid curse put upon you.”

Phaedre cooed quietly and pressed her face into Zahara’s chest while searching with her little hands for something to grasp. Zahara offered a hand and Phaedre wrapped her fingers around as much of it as she could. Zahara felt the dark dragon-like scales that covered a few of the infant's fingers press into her skin. Cold and smooth juxtaposed with a soft warmth. To her people, Phaedre was a monster that needed to be purged. They saw the child as proof of a twisted union between dragonkin and human, and 'proof' to her enemies at the court that Zahara had not been loyal to her husband, Tariq. An accusation that held some truth, but there was no dragonkin involved.

Her heart ached most when when she dwelled on her husband. When Phaedre was born, Tariq’s face twisted in disappointment, and then a deep sadness. It was like watching a flame sputter and die to a sudden crosswind. Tariq stood up and spoke quietly to the midwife, handing the child to her. She bowed, nothing unusual, and approached Zahara. In her postpartum daze, she didn’t notice Tariq leave the room, her only focus was on her child. As the midwife approached, Zahara finally saw what her husband had reacted to. Patches of sandy scales were easily apparent against the otherwise dark skin. She didn’t know what that meant,and she decided not to follow that thread. She only wanted to love her, and she was sure that despite it all, her family and husband would know what to do, and everything would be fine. She held Phaedre close, resting the infant against her bare chest.

She looked down at her daughter, now fast asleep in her arms making little baby snores, and softly began to cry.

PALADIN 5

Medium humanoid female (Variant Human), lawful neutral

Armor Class 19 (Splint, Shield)

Hit Points 34 ( Max+average; 10+24 )
Speed 30' ft.

Senses Blindsight 10ft (Blindfighting)

Languages Common, Draconic/Marhoti, Nurian/Southlands/TamesheqMean to represent her homeland language. Given as a bonus from Far Traveler

Proficiency Bonus +3

EQUIPMENT & ENCUMBERANCE

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (163.78)

• Weight: 163 / 240 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (2.78 lbs.)

Copper: 98 | Silver: 0 | Gold: 41 | Obsidian: 0 | Platinum: 0

(139 Coins x .02 lbs. = 2.78 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (70 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lb. | Splint Mail - 60 lb. | Shield - 6 lb.
• Weapons (16 lbs.) Spear - 3 lb. | (5) Javelin - 10 lb. | Whip 3 lb.
• Readied Items (0 lbs.) Amulet of the Devout - (--) | Pole of Collapsing - (--) | Holy Symbol (Tattoo on shoulder) |

EQUIPMENT STORED (lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (33 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | (2) Bag ball bearings - 4 lb. | (2) Bag caltrops - 4 lb. | | (10) Candle - (--) | (10) Chalk (--)
  | Manacles - 6 lb. | (4) Rations - 8 lb. | String (10ft) (--) | (5) Torch - 5 lb. | Whetstone - 1lb |
• Strapped to Backpack (27 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll - 7 lbs. | Viol - 1 lbs. | Crowbar - 5 lb.
• In Book Bag (6 lb.) | Ink (--) | Ink Pen (--) | Travel Journal (book) - 5 lb. | Book Bag (pouch) 1 lb.
• In Kit Pouch (6 lb.) | Healer's Kit (10/10) - 3 lb. | Mess Kit - 1 lb. | Tinderbox - 1 lb. | Kit Pouch (pouch) 1 lb.
• In Component Pouch (2 lb) | Bell (--) | (10) grasshopper leg (--) | Holy Water (flask) - 1 lb. | (5) Moonseeds (--) | Opalescent Feldspar (--) | (10) Parchment | Powdered Silver (1gp) (--) | Talc (--) |
  

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• none

MAGIC ITEMS

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (1/3)

+1 Amulet of the DevoutThis amulet bears the symbol of a deity inlaid with precious stones or metals. While you wear the holy symbol, you gain a +1 bonus to spell attack rolls and the saving throw DCs of your spells.

While you wear this amulet, you can use your Channel Divinity feature without expending one of the feature’s uses. Once this property is used, it can’t be used again until the next dawn. | 

APPEARANCE

Age 26 | Height 5' 7" | Weight 170 lbs. | Hair Dark Brown| Eyes Hazel | Complexion Dark

Taborlin stands at 5'7", has a mass of thick curly black hair with a shock of gold on one of her bangs, kept loose and wild like a lion's mane, but not dirty or greasy. They often wear a maroon headband to match their cloak and sash, which contrast nicely with a loose black tunic, trousers, and boots. Taborlin has bright brown eyes that almost look like they're on fire, many piercings on each ear, one on their upper lip (medusa) with a maroon gem, and a small gold stud in their left nostril. Their sash covers a studded belt that holds a starkly simple hand-crossbow, a small travel pouch, and a few small vials of whatever necessary concoction they need at the time. Across their back they carry a bluesteel spear adorned with a few bead-covered leather straps, and a small round buckler shield made of hardwood and brass etched with symbols of her oath, and the two deities she worships, Volund and Horus.

BACKGROUND

FAR TRAVELER
Source Core

Personality Traits:

• I honor my deities through practices that are foreign to this land.
  Taborlin grabs a hot coal from the cookfire each night, and rubs it across her tattoo to appease her gods. The symbols representing Volund turn red hot, while the symbols representing Horus fade into a dark, ash-colored mass. They remain so until she pours water on them, in which case Volunds symbols steam and cool to black, and Horus’ symbols reform from the ash-colored mass.If she knows she cannot wash the tattoo, she only rubs cool ash instead to symbolically represent the ritual.
• I begin or end my day with small traditional rituals that are unfamiliar to those around me.
  Taborlin drinks the minimal amount of water she needs to survive and function. In the morning with her first cup, she pours out ¼ of her cup, on a nearby plant if applicable, but straight to the earth otherwise. There is a small chant she utters when doing this, essentially asking nature to take this gift of water and send a message of safety back to her home.
• I have a strong code of honor or sense of propriety that others don’t comprehend.
  Water is an important resource to the nomadic nature of her people, and any kind of blatant waste of it (rituals obviously excluded), especially while traveling, causes her hairs to stand on end. She has lived in Friula long enough to suppress the instinct to chide those who have no respect for water, mostly.

Ideals:

• Inquisitive. Everything is new, but I have a thirst to learn.
  Though she isn’t the most intellectually sharp, Taborlin does love to learn about the places she is traveling, partially for strategy, partially for her own enjoyment. If there is a codex, book, scroll, any kind of readable media she can acquire, especially surrounding healing malignant magical maladies, she will do so.  

Bonds:

• The gods of my people are a comfort to me so far from home.
  Horus and the rest of the southlands pantheon serve as a reminder of the bond she shares with her home, and often says a small prayer to each of them. Volund specifically serves as a reminder of her exile and devotion to her daughter, since Volund is a newly acquired deity.
• So long as I have this token from my homeland, I can face any adversity in this strange land.
  Taborlin still wears the wedding band from her first marriage, though she had it resized to fit her left thumb. It reminds her of when her familial bonds at home were strong, and to remember the times that were good. Anyone who tries to steal it will be met with cold steel, and she will hunt down any successful thieves.
• Though I had no choice, I lament having to leave my loved one(s) behind. I hope to see them again one day.
  See backstory.

Flaws:

• I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.
  Taborlin is a frequent judge of martial skills, and is utterly convinced that her home nation’s fighting style is far superior to most others.
• I have a weakness for the new intoxicants and other pleasures of this land.
  During her time working with the Friula city watch and other mercenaries, she has acquired a taste for a light stimulant that allows for a sharpening of perception on long watches. I don’t think this needs a mechanical effects, but we can work something out if you’d like. More for flavor. 
  She smokes tobacco from a small wooden pipe in the evenings as a way to wind down if she can.
• I am bullheaded hardly admit wrongdoing
  Taborlin can be very defensive and will find a way to save her own pride when she’s done something wrong, usually by not admitting it or deflecting to another person. She may or may not apologize for it the next morning, depends on how she feels about the person she was arguing with and the context of the situation.

Background Feature: All Eyes On You

BACKSTORY

As the southlands coastline slowly sank into the distance, Zahara breathed a final sigh of relief. Though she knew she wasn’t free of her past, she would at least be able to get a new start. Her people never really came this far north, and with luck she had caused them to believe she and her daughter were dead anyway. Burned to ash in a tenement fire, with her daughter's signet ring left in the ash as proof. She thanked the gods that calling upon the dead was frowned upon in Tamesheq society. The merchant schooner rocked lazily under the late morning sun as it was pulled north. The small crew stalked the top deck as they adjusted the sails to the changing winds. Zahara could hear their muffled chatter through the floorboards. The crates, barrels, and chests creaked and shifted with the slow rocking, and Phaedre, her young daughter, began to drift off into sleep.

“Not much longer, love…we’ll be safe in Friula.” she whispered to Phaedre. Zahara reached out a hand and lightly touched the scales on her daughter’s face. Phaedre had no understanding of her own condition. The little girl was hardly a year old at this point. “Friula has incredible libraries, my little star. Tomes and records of everything known in the world. You will grow not wanting for knowledge, I’m sure of it. And with the direction of the gods, we’ll find a way to get rid of this horrid curse put upon you.”

Phaedre cooed quietly and pressed her face into Zahara’s chest while searching with her little hands for something to grasp. Zahara offered a hand and Phaedre wrapped her fingers around as much of it as she could. Zahara felt the dark dragon-like scales that covered a few of the infant's fingers press into her skin. Cold and smooth juxtaposed with a soft warmth. To her people, Phaedre was a monster that needed to be purged. They saw the child as proof of a twisted union between dragonkin and human, and 'proof' to her enemies at the court that Zahara had not been loyal to her husband, Tariq. An accusation that held some truth, but there was no dragonkin involved.

Her heart ached most when when she dwelled on her husband. When Phaedre was born, Tariq’s face twisted in disappointment, and then a deep sadness. It was like watching a flame sputter and die to a sudden crosswind. Tariq stood up and spoke quietly to the midwife, handing the child to her. She bowed, nothing unusual, and approached Zahara. In her postpartum daze, she didn’t notice Tariq leave the room, her only focus was on her child. As the midwife approached, Zahara finally saw what her husband had reacted to. Patches of sandy scales were easily apparent against the otherwise dark skin. She didn’t know what that meant,and she decided not to follow that thread. She only wanted to love her, and she was sure that despite it all, her family and husband would know what to do, and everything would be fine. She held Phaedre close, resting the infant against her bare chest.

She looked down at her daughter, now fast asleep in her arms making little baby snores, and softly began to cry.

PALADIN 5

Medium humanoid female (Variant Human), lawful neutral

Armor Class 19 (Splint, Shield)

Hit Points 34 ( Max+average; 10+24 )
Speed 30' ft.

Senses Blindsight 10ft (Blindfighting)

Languages Common, Draconic/Marhoti, Nurian/Southlands/TamesheqMean to represent her homeland language. Given as a bonus from Far Traveler

Proficiency Bonus +3

EQUIPMENT & ENCUMBERANCE

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (xx)

• Weight: xx / 240 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (3 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 0 | Gold: 150 | Obsidian: 0 | Platinum: 0

(150 Coins x .02 lbs. = 3 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (70 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lb. | Splint Mail - 60 lb. | Shield - 6 lb.
• Weapons (16 lbs.) Spear - 3 lb. | x5 Javelin - 10 lb. | Whip 3 lb.
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Amulet of the Devout - (--) | Pole of Collapsing - (--) | Healer's Kit - 3 lb. | Holy Symbol (Tattoo on shoulder)

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

MAGIC ITEMS

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (1/3)

+1 Amulet of the DevoutThis amulet bears the symbol of a deity inlaid with precious stones or metals. While you wear the holy symbol, you gain a +1 bonus to spell attack rolls and the saving throw DCs of your spells.

While you wear this amulet, you can use your Channel Divinity feature without expending one of the feature’s uses. Once this property is used, it can’t be used again until the next dawn. | 

APPEARANCE

Age 26 | Height 5' 4" | Weight 160 lbs. | Hair Dark Brown| Eyes Hazel | Complexion Dark

Taborlin stands at 5'7", has a mass of thick curly black hair with a shock of gold on one of her bangs, kept loose and wild like a lion's mane, but not dirty or greasy. They often wear a maroon headband to match their cloak and sash, which contrast nicely with a loose black tunic, trousers, and boots. Taborlin has bright brown eyes that almost look like they're on fire, many piercings on each ear, one on their upper lip (medusa) with a maroon gem, and a small gold stud in their left nostril. Their sash covers a studded belt that holds a starkly simple hand-crossbow, a small travel pouch, and a few small vials of whatever necessary concoction they need at the time. Across their back they carry a bluesteel spear adorned with a few bead-covered leather straps, and a small round buckler shield made of hardwood and brass etched with symbols of her oath, and the two deities she worships, Volund and Horus.

BACKGROUND

FAR TRAVELER
Source Core

Personality Traits:

• I honor my deities through practices that are foreign to this land.
  Taborlin grabs a hot coal from the cookfire each night, and rubs it across her tattoo to appease her gods. The symbols representing Volund turn red hot, while the symbols representing Horus fade into a dark, ash-colored mass. They remain so until she pours water on them, in which case Volunds symbols steam and cool to black, and Horus’ symbols reform from the ash-colored mass.If she knows she cannot wash the tattoo, she only rubs cool ash instead to symbolically represent the ritual.
• I begin or end my day with small traditional rituals that are unfamiliar to those around me.
  Taborlin drinks the minimal amount of water she needs to survive and function. In the morning with her first cup, she pours out ¼ of her cup, on a nearby plant if applicable, but straight to the earth otherwise. There is a small chant she utters when doing this, essentially asking nature to take this gift of water and send a message of safety back to her home.
• I have a strong code of honor or sense of propriety that others don’t comprehend.
  Water is an important resource to the nomadic nature of her people, and any kind of blatant waste of it (rituals obviously excluded), especially while traveling, causes her hairs to stand on end. She has lived in Friula long enough to suppress the instinct to chide those who have no respect for water, mostly.

Ideals:

• Inquisitive. Everything is new, but I have a thirst to learn.
  Though she isn’t the most intellectually sharp, Taborlin does love to learn about the places she is traveling, partially for strategy, partially for her own enjoyment. If there is a codex, book, scroll, any kind of readable media she can acquire, especially surrounding healing malignant magical maladies, she will do so.  

Bonds:

• The gods of my people are a comfort to me so far from home.
  Horus and the rest of the southlands pantheon serve as a reminder of the bond she shares with her home, and often says a small prayer to each of them. Volund specifically serves as a reminder of her exile and devotion to her daughter, since Volund is a newly acquired deity.
• So long as I have this token from my homeland, I can face any adversity in this strange land.
  Taborlin still wears the wedding band from her first marriage, though she had it resized to fit her left thumb. It reminds her of when her familial bonds at home were strong, and to remember the times that were good. Anyone who tries to steal it will be met with cold steel, and she will hunt down any successful thieves.
• Though I had no choice, I lament having to leave my loved one(s) behind. I hope to see them again one day.
  See backstory.

Flaws:

• I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.
  Taborlin is a frequent judge of martial skills, and is utterly convinced that her home nation’s fighting style is far superior to most others.
• I have a weakness for the new intoxicants and other pleasures of this land.
  During her time working with the Friula city watch and other mercenaries, she has acquired a taste for a light stimulant that allows for a sharpening of perception on long watches. I don’t think this needs a mechanical effects, but we can work something out if you’d like. More for flavor. 
  She smokes tobacco from a small wooden pipe in the evenings as a way to wind down if she can.
• I am bullheaded hardly admit wrongdoing
  Taborlin can be very defensive and will find a way to save her own pride when she’s done something wrong, usually by not admitting it or deflecting to another person. She may or may not apologize for it the next morning, depends on how she feels about the person she was arguing with and the context of the situation.

Background Feature: All Eyes On You

BACKSTORY

Born of the Tamasheq peoples in the southlands, Taborlin is no stranger to being on the road for extended periods of time, though not nearly to the extent of her lower class peers. Taborlin was born to the nobility, born to be a paragon of their warrior culture at the heart of the Tamasheq and betrothed to the son of the leader of the Vanhu Lejai, Tariq. Trained from a young age in the way of spear and shield, the traditional weapons of her people, she proved to be an incredible fighter, but arrogant and brash. Her early leadership was troubled, as she was often butting heads with superiors and making dangerous and ruthless decisions in combat. No one could deny her skills and success however.

She was betrayed by her sister, a jealous young woman who had eyes for everything that Taborlin was given by way of being the first born. While Taborlin fulfilled her duty to both her betrothed and her nation, her sister Yasmine had been slowly poisoning her allies against her and dabbling in mutative, dangerous magics. Yasmine concocted a a ritual that would sully Tabrolin's first born child, and then condemn Taborlin to exile for being cursed. Taborlin carried her child, and gave birth to something not quite a monster, but definitely not human. A child who's face was half covered in dragon scales and a golden slitted eye. Rumors spread quickly of infidelity, possession, and other bad omens not only among the people, but also among the court. Yasmine managed even to convince her husband Tariq that Taborlin had been unfaithful, and that the child was the twisted result of a communion between her and a dragonkin of the Mharoti Empire. With the court turned against her, Taborlin took her young daughter and fled the city hoping to return some day, if only to clear her name and ensure the safety of her daughters future.

The beginning of their exile was arduous, and they found it difficult to stay out of the public eye so long as they stayed in the southlands. Taborlin still had a few connections, and she used them to gain passage across the sea to Zobeck, where they were able to stay well hidden enough to settle in. As her daughter Phaedre grew, her mutations true nature made itself known as they began to cover more and more of her body, and Phaedre's personality slowly started to withdraw. The local healers had no cure, no magic that could stave off the slow transformation, but they were able to slow it even further. Taborlin heard of a group of adventurers seeking the old magics in Rultmoork. Something in taborlin's soul told her she would find the answer there. In the few years they had stayed in Zobeck, they had established themselves as part of the community under false identities, Taboirlin had even found another partner she could love, another exile, and while she hated to leave her daughter, she could trust her partner and her community while she took a chance at Rultmoork.

(Story needs refinement, but I think the gist is clear)

PALADIN 5

Medium humanoid female (Variant Human), lawful neutral

Armor Class 19 (Splint, Shield)

Hit Points 34 ( Max+average; 10+24 )
Speed 30' ft.

Senses Blindsight 10ft (Blindfighting)

Languages Common, Draconic/Marhoti, Nurian/Southlands/Tamesheq? (homeland)

Proficiency Bonus +3

EQUIPMENT & ENCUMBERANCE

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (xx)

• Weight: xx / 240 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (3 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 0 | Gold: 150 | Obsidian: 0 | Platinum: 0

(150 Coins x .02 lbs. = 3 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (70 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lb. | Splint Mail - 60 lb. | Shield - 6 lb.
• Weapons (16 lbs.) Spear - 3 lb. | x5 Javelin - 10 lb. | Whip 3 lb.
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Amulet of the Devout - (--) | Pole of Collapsing - (--) | Healer's Kit - 3 lb. | Holy Symbol (Tattoo on shoulder)

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

MAGIC ITEMS

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (1/3)

+1 Amulet of the DevoutThis amulet bears the symbol of a deity inlaid with precious stones or metals. While you wear the holy symbol, you gain a +1 bonus to spell attack rolls and the saving throw DCs of your spells.

While you wear this amulet, you can use your Channel Divinity feature without expending one of the feature’s uses. Once this property is used, it can’t be used again until the next dawn. | 

APPEARANCE

Age 26 | Height 5' 4" | Weight 160 lbs. | Hair Dark Brown| Eyes Hazel | Complexion Dark

Taborlin stands at 5'7", has a mass of thick curly black hair with a shock of gold on one of her bangs, kept loose and wild like a lion's mane, but not dirty or greasy. They often wear a maroon headband to match their cloak and sash, which contrast nicely with a loose black tunic, trousers, and boots. Taborlin has bright brown eyes that almost look like they're on fire, many piercings on each ear, one on their upper lip (medusa) with a maroon gem, and a small gold stud in their left nostril. Their sash covers a studded belt that holds a starkly simple hand-crossbow, a small travel pouch, and a few small vials of whatever necessary concoction they need at the time. Across their back they carry a bluesteel spear adorned with a few bead-covered leather straps, and a small round buckler shield made of hardwood and brass etched with symbols of her oath, and the two deities she worships, Volund and Horus.

BACKGROUND

FAR TRAVELER
Source Core

Personality Traits:

• I honor my deities through practices that are foreign to this land.
  Taborlin grabs a hot coal from the cookfire each night, and rubs it across her tattoo to appease her gods. The symbols representing Volund turn red hot, while the symbols representing Horus fade into a dark, ash-colored mass. They remain so until she pours water on them, in which case Volunds symbols steam and cool to black, and Horus’ symbols reform from the ash-colored mass.If she knows she cannot wash the tattoo, she only rubs cool ash instead to symbolically represent the ritual.
• I begin or end my day with small traditional rituals that are unfamiliar to those around me.
  Taborlin drinks the minimal amount of water she needs to survive and function. In the morning with her first cup, she pours out ¼ of her cup, on a nearby plant if applicable, but straight to the earth otherwise. There is a small chant she utters when doing this, essentially asking nature to take this gift of water and send a message of safety back to her home.
• I have a strong code of honor or sense of propriety that others don’t comprehend.
  Water is an important resource to the nomadic nature of her people, and any kind of blatant waste of it (rituals obviously excluded), especially while traveling, causes her hairs to stand on end. She has lived in Friula long enough to suppress the instinct to chide those who have no respect for water, mostly.

Ideals:

• Inquisitive. Everything is new, but I have a thirst to learn.
  Though she isn’t the most intellectually sharp, Taborlin does love to learn about the places she is traveling, partially for strategy, partially for her own enjoyment. If there is a codex, book, scroll, any kind of readable media she can acquire, especially surrounding healing malignant magical maladies, she will do so.  

Bonds:

• The gods of my people are a comfort to me so far from home.
  Horus and the rest of the southlands pantheon serve as a reminder of the bond she shares with her home, and often says a small prayer to each of them. Volund specifically serves as a reminder of her exile and devotion to her daughter, since Volund is a newly acquired deity.
• So long as I have this token from my homeland, I can face any adversity in this strange land.
  Taborlin still wears the wedding band from her first marriage, though she had it resized to fit her left thumb. It reminds her of when her familial bonds at home were strong, and to remember the times that were good. Anyone who tries to steal it will be met with cold steel, and she will hunt down any successful thieves.
• Though I had no choice, I lament having to leave my loved one(s) behind. I hope to see them again one day.
  See backstory.

Flaws:

• I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.
  Taborlin is a frequent judge of martial skills, and is utterly convinced that her home nation’s fighting style is far superior to most others.
• I have a weakness for the new intoxicants and other pleasures of this land.
  During her time working with the Friula city watch and other mercenaries, she has acquired a taste for a light stimulant that allows for a sharpening of perception on long watches. I don’t think this needs a mechanical effects, but we can work something out if you’d like. More for flavor. 
  She smokes tobacco from a small wooden pipe in the evenings as a way to wind down if she can.
• I am bullheaded hardly admit wrongdoing
  Taborlin can be very defensive and will find a way to save her own pride when she’s done something wrong, usually by not admitting it or deflecting to another person. She may or may not apologize for it the next morning, depends on how she feels about the person she was arguing with and the context of the situation.

Background Feature: All Eyes On You

BACKSTORY

Born of the Tamasheq peoples in the southlands, Taborlin is no stranger to being on the road for extended periods of time, though not nearly to the extent of her lower class peers. Taborlin was born to the nobility, born to be a paragon of their warrior culture at the heart of the Tamasheq and betrothed to the son of the leader of the Vanhu Lejai, Tariq. Trained from a young age in the way of spear and shield, the traditional weapons of her people, she proved to be an incredible fighter, but arrogant and brash. Her early leadership was troubled, as she was often butting heads with superiors and making dangerous and ruthless decisions in combat. No one could deny her skills and success however.

She was betrayed by her sister, a jealous young woman who had eyes for everything that Taborlin was given by way of being the first born. While Taborlin fulfilled her duty to both her betrothed and her nation, her sister Yasmine had been slowly poisoning her allies against her and dabbling in mutative, dangerous magics. Yasmine concocted a a ritual that would sully Tabrolin's first born child, and then condemn Taborlin to exile for being cursed. Taborlin carried her child, and gave birth to something not quite a monster, but definitely not human. A child who's face was half covered in dragon scales and a golden slitted eye. Rumors spread quickly of infidelity, possession, and other bad omens not only among the people, but also among the court. Yasmine managed even to convince her husband Tariq that Taborlin had been unfaithful, and that the child was the twisted result of a communion between her and a dragonkin of the Mharoti Empire. With the court turned against her, Taborlin took her young daughter and fled the city hoping to return some day, if only to clear her name and ensure the safety of her daughters future.

The beginning of their exile was arduous, and they found it difficult to stay out of the public eye so long as they stayed in the southlands. Taborlin still had a few connections, and she used them to gain passage across the sea to Zobeck, where they were able to stay well hidden enough to settle in. As her daughter Phaedre grew, her mutations true nature made itself known as they began to cover more and more of her body, and Phaedre's personality slowly started to withdraw. The local healers had no cure, no magic that could stave off the slow transformation, but they were able to slow it even further. Taborlin heard of a group of adventurers seeking the old magics in Rultmoork. Something in taborlin's soul told her she would find the answer there. In the few years they had stayed in Zobeck, they had established themselves as part of the community under false identities, Taboirlin had even found another partner she could love, another exile, and while she hated to leave her daughter, she could trust her partner and her community while she took a chance at Rultmoork.

(Story needs refinement, but I think the gist is clear)

PALADIN 5

Medium humanoid female (Variant Human), lawful neutral

Armor Class 19 (Splint, Shield)

Hit Points 34 ( Max+average; 10+24 )
Speed 30' ft.

Senses Blindsight 10ft (Blindfighting)

Languages Common, Draconic/Marhoti, Nurian/Southlands/Tamesheq? (homeland)

Proficiency Bonus +3

EQUIPMENT & ENCUMBERANCE

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (xx)

• Weight: xx / 240 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (3 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 0 | Gold: 150 | Obsidian: 0 | Platinum: 0

(150 Coins x .02 lbs. = 3 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (70 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lb. | Splint Mail - 60 lb. | Shield - 6 lb.
• Weapons (16 lbs.) Spear - 3 lb. | x5 Javelin - 10 lb. | Whip 3 lb.
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Amulet of the Devout - (--) | Pole of Collapsing - (--) | Healer's Kit - 3 lb. | Holy Symbol (Tattoo on shoulder)

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

MAGIC ITEMS

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (1/3)

+1 Amulet of the DevoutThis amulet bears the symbol of a deity inlaid with precious stones or metals. While you wear the holy symbol, you gain a +1 bonus to spell attack rolls and the saving throw DCs of your spells.

While you wear this amulet, you can use your Channel Divinity feature without expending one of the feature’s uses. Once this property is used, it can’t be used again until the next dawn. | 

APPEARANCE

Age 26 | Height 5' 4" | Weight 160 lbs. | Hair Dark Brown| Eyes Hazel | Complexion Dark

Taborlin stands at 5'7", has a mass of thick curly black hair with a shock of gold on one of her bangs, kept loose and wild like a lion's mane, but not dirty or greasy. They often wear a maroon headband to match their cloak and sash, which contrast nicely with a loose black tunic, trousers, and boots. Taborlin has bright brown eyes that almost look like they're on fire, many piercings on each ear, one on their upper lip (medusa) with a maroon gem, and a small gold stud in their left nostril. Their sash covers a studded belt that holds a starkly simple hand-crossbow, a small travel pouch, and a few small vials of whatever necessary concoction they need at the time. Across their back they carry a bluesteel spear adorned with a few bead-covered leather straps, and a small round buckler shield made of hardwood and brass etched with symbols of her oath, and the two deities she worships, Volund and Horus.

BACKGROUND

FAR TRAVELER
Source Core

Personality Traits:

• I honor my deities through practices that are foreign to this land.
  Taborlin grabs a hot coal from the cookfire each night, and rubs it across her tattoo to appease her gods. The symbols representing Volund turn red hot, while the symbols representing Horus fade into a dark, ash-colored mass. They remain so until she pours water on them, in which case Volunds symbols steam and cool to black, and Horus’ symbols reform from the ash-colored mass.If she knows she cannot wash the tattoo, she only rubs cool ash instead to symbolically represent the ritual.
• I begin or end my day with small traditional rituals that are unfamiliar to those around me.
  Taborlin drinks the minimal amount of water she needs to survive and function. In the morning with her first cup, she pours out ¼ of her cup, on a nearby plant if applicable, but straight to the earth otherwise. There is a small chant she utters when doing this, essentially asking nature to take this gift of water and send a message of safety back to her home.
• I have a strong code of honor or sense of propriety that others don’t comprehend.
  Water is life to her people, and any kind of blatant waste of it (rituals obviously excluded), especially while traveling, causes her hairs to stand on end. She has lived in Friula long enough to suppress the instinct to chide those who have no respect for water, mostly.

Ideals:

• Inquisitive. Everything is new, but I have a thirst to learn.
  Though she isn’t the most intellectually sharp, Taborlin does love to learn about the places she is traveling, partially for strategy, partially for her own enjoyment. If there is a codex, book, scroll, any kind of readable media she can acquire, especially surrounding healing malignant magical maladies, she will do so.  

Bonds:

• The gods of my people are a comfort to me so far from home.
• Horus and the rest of the southlands pantheon serve as a reminder of the bond she shares with her home, and often says a small prayer to each of them. Volund specifically serves as a reminder of her exile and devotion to her daughter, since Volund is a newly acquired deity.
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• So long as I have this token from my homeland, I can face any adversity in this strange land.
• Taborlin still wears the wedding band from her first marriage, though she had it resized to fit her left thumb. It reminds her of when her familial bonds at home were strong, and to remember the times that were good. Anyone who tries to steal it will be met with cold steel, and she will hunt down any successful thieves.
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• Though I had no choice, I lament having to leave my loved one(s) behind. I hope to see them again one day.
• See backstory.
   

Flaws:

• I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.
  Taborlin is a frequent judge of martial skills, and is utterly convinced that her home nation’s fighting style is far superior to most others.
• I have a weakness for the new intoxicants and other pleasures of this land.
  During her time working with the Friula city watch and other mercenaries, she has acquired a taste for a light stimulant that allows for a sharpening of perception on long watches. I don’t think this needs a mechanical effects, but we can work something out if you’d like. More for flavor. 
  She smokes tobacco from a small wooden pipe in the evenings as a way to wind down if she can.
• I am bullheaded hardly admit wrongdoing
  Taborlin can be very defensive and will find a way to save her own pride when she’s done something wrong, usually by not admitting it or deflecting to another person. She may or may not apologize for it the next morning, depends on how she feels about the person she was arguing with and the context of the situation.

Background Feature: All Eyes On You

BACKSTORY

Born of the Tamasheq peoples in the southlands, Taborlin is no stranger to being on the road for extended periods of time, though not nearly to the extent of her lower class peers. Taborlin was born to the nobility, born to be a paragon of their warrior culture at the heart of the Tamasheq and betrothed to the son of the leader of the Vanhu Lejai, Tariq. Trained from a young age in the way of spear and shield, the traditional weapons of her people, she proved to be an incredible fighter, but arrogant and brash. Her early leadership was troubled, as she was often butting heads with superiors and making dangerous and ruthless decisions in combat. No one could deny her skills and success however.

She was betrayed by her sister, a jealous young woman who had eyes for everything that Taborlin was given by way of being the first born. While Taborlin fulfilled her duty to both her betrothed and her nation, her sister Yasmine had been slowly poisoning her allies against her and dabbling in mutative, dangerous magics. Yasmine concocted a a ritual that would sully Tabrolin's first born child, and then condemn Taborlin to exile for being cursed. Taborlin carried her child, and gave birth to something not quite a monster, but definitely not human. A child who's face was half covered in dragon scales and a golden slitted eye. Rumors spread quickly of infidelity, possession, and other bad omens not only among the people, but also among the court. Yasmine managed even to convince her husband Tariq that Taborlin had been unfaithful, and that the child was the twisted result of a communion between her and a dragonkin of the Mharoti Empire. With the court turned against her, Taborlin took her young daughter and fled the city hoping to return some day, if only to clear her name and ensure the safety of her daughters future.

The beginning of their exile was arduous, and they found it difficult to stay out of the public eye so long as they stayed in the southlands. Taborlin still had a few connections, and she used them to gain passage across the sea to Zobeck, where they were able to stay well hidden enough to settle in. As her daughter Phaedre grew, her mutations true nature made itself known as they began to cover more and more of her body, and Phaedre's personality slowly started to withdraw. The local healers had no cure, no magic that could stave off the slow transformation, but they were able to slow it even further. Taborlin heard of a group of adventurers seeking the old magics in Rultmoork. Something in taborlin's soul told her she would find the answer there. In the few years they had stayed in Zobeck, they had established themselves as part of the community under false identities, Taboirlin had even found another partner she could love, another exile, and while she hated to leave her daughter, she could trust her partner and her community while she took a chance at Rultmoork.

(Story needs refinement, but I think the gist is clear)

PALADIN 5

Medium humanoid female (Variant Human), lawful neutral

Armor Class 19 (Splint, Shield)

Hit Points 34 ( Max+average; 10+24 )
Speed 30' ft.

Senses Blindsight 10ft (Blindfighting)

Languages Common, Draconic/Marhoti, Nurian/Southlands/Tamesheq? (homeland)

Proficiency Bonus +3

EQUIPMENT & ENCUMBERANCE

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (xx)

• Weight: xx / 240 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (3 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 0 | Gold: 150 | Obsidian: 0 | Platinum: 0

(150 Coins x .02 lbs. = 3 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (70 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lb. | Splint Mail - 60 lb. | Shield - 6 lb.
• Weapons (16 lbs.) Spear - 3 lb. | x5 Javelin - 10 lb. | Whip 3 lb.
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Amulet of the Devout - (--) | Pole of Collapsing - (--) | Healer's Kit - 3 lb. | Holy Symbol (Tattoo on shoulder)

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

MAGIC ITEMS

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (1/3)

+1 Amulet of the DevoutThis amulet bears the symbol of a deity inlaid with precious stones or metals. While you wear the holy symbol, you gain a +1 bonus to spell attack rolls and the saving throw DCs of your spells.

While you wear this amulet, you can use your Channel Divinity feature without expending one of the feature’s uses. Once this property is used, it can’t be used again until the next dawn. | 

APPEARANCE

Age 26 | Height 5' 4" | Weight 160 lbs. | Hair Dark Brown| Eyes Hazel | Complexion Dark

Taborlin stands at 5'7", has a mass of thick curly black hair with a shock of gold on one of her bangs, kept loose and wild like a lion's mane, but not dirty or greasy. They often wear a maroon headband to match their cloak and sash, which contrast nicely with a loose black tunic, trousers, and boots. Taborlin has bright brown eyes that almost look like they're on fire, many piercings on each ear, one on their upper lip (medusa) with a maroon gem, and a small gold stud in their left nostril. Their sash covers a studded belt that holds a starkly simple hand-crossbow, a small travel pouch, and a few small vials of whatever necessary concoction they need at the time. Across their back they carry a bluesteel spear adorned with a few bead-covered leather straps, and a small round buckler shield made of hardwood and brass etched with symbols of her oath, and the two deities she worships, Volund and Horus.

BACKGROUND

FAR TRAVELER
Source Core

• Personality Traits: 
  I honor my deities through practices that are foreign to this land.
  I begin or end my day with small traditional rituals that are unfamiliar to those around me.
  I have a strong code of honor or sense of propriety that others don’t comprehend.
• Ideals: 
  Open. I have much to learn from the kindly folk I meet along my way. (Good)
• Bonds: 
  The gods of my people are a comfort to me so far from home.
  So long as I have this token from my homeland, I can face any adversity in this strange land.
  Though I had no choice, I lament having to leave my loved one(s) behind. I hope to see them again one day.
• Flaws: 
  I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.
  I have a weakness for the new intoxicants and other pleasures of this land.
  I am bullheaded hardly admit wrongdoing
   

Background Feature: All Eyes On You

BACKSTORY

Born of the Tamasheq peoples in the southlands, Taborlin is no stranger to being on the road for extended periods of time, though not nearly to the extent of her lower class peers. Taborlin was born to the nobility, born to be a paragon of their warrior culture at the heart of the Tamasheq and betrothed to the son of the leader of the Vanhu Lejai, Tariq. Trained from a young age in the way of spear and shield, the traditional weapons of her people, she proved to be an incredible fighter, but arrogant and brash. Her early leadership was troubled, as she was often butting heads with superiors and making dangerous and ruthless decisions in combat. No one could deny her skills and success however.

She was betrayed by her sister, a jealous young woman who had eyes for everything that Taborlin was given by way of being the first born. While Taborlin fulfilled her duty to both her betrothed and her nation, her sister Yasmine had been slowly poisoning her allies against her and dabbling in mutative, dangerous magics. Yasmine concocted a a ritual that would sully Tabrolin's first born child, and then condemn Taborlin to exile for being cursed. Taborlin carried her child, and gave birth to something not quite a monster, but definitely not human. A child who's face was half covered in dragon scales and a golden slitted eye. Rumors spread quickly of infidelity, possession, and other bad omens not only among the people, but also among the court. Yasmine managed even to convince her husband Tariq that Taborlin had been unfaithful, and that the child was the twisted result of a communion between her and a dragonkin of the Mharoti Empire. With the court turned against her, Taborlin took her young daughter and fled the city hoping to return some day, if only to clear her name and ensure the safety of her daughters future.

The beginning of their exile was arduous, and they found it difficult to stay out of the public eye so long as they stayed in the southlands. Taborlin still had a few connections, and she used them to gain passage across the sea to Zobeck, where they were able to stay well hidden enough to settle in. As her daughter Phaedre grew, her mutations true nature made itself known as they began to cover more and more of her body, and Phaedre's personality slowly started to withdraw. The local healers had no cure, no magic that could stave off the slow transformation, but they were able to slow it even further. Taborlin heard of a group of adventurers seeking the old magics in Rultmoork. Something in taborlin's soul told her she would find the answer there. In the few years they had stayed in Zobeck, they had established themselves as part of the community under false identities, Taboirlin had even found another partner she could love, another exile, and while she hated to leave her daughter, she could trust her partner and her community while she took a chance at Rultmoork.

(Story needs refinement, but I think the gist is clear)