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Curse of Strahd [5E]

@Mae

shit, sister, release the reason to our inveitable treason at any speed in which you need. I'm, motherfucking, more flowing in the wind than the gangly parts of a delirium old mans past sins.

Curse of Strahd [5E]

A thick scent of palpable blood and strong, bitter drinks emitted from the red stained chubby bumps of Jameson's padded armor. Even in thegaze of the cadle light the small, vague evidence of former brutality still muddied it all like dirty bed sheets in an unfortunate night. His face was dripping with an oily darkness that stubbornly clung to his face, leaving islands of near white, skin in the cadle light. What little of his cheeks had gone hollow, losing all fat to his long, pointy chin that almost melted off his face. The leather rag covering his right side of his head appeared chest nut brown in this open flame.

"I suggest you take some of it with you. I doubt there will be many repeat visits"

Jameson replied with a nod at the girl next to him. He was already laying out a napkin in a diamond shape, ready to be tied up with any excess grub, practicing pulling its fold as discrectly as he could but simply gave any attempt at secrecy shortly after "So, I'm an optimist. I'm calling it now, we're here to awared titles for our services..." He held up his hands to the other guests, looking about with a red grin, still filled with fluid escaping from one of the empty spots on his gums. His tone mocked the idea more than the absurdity of it alone.

He swallowed

"Any other theories?"

Curse of Strahd [5E]

shit, slap, my cylinders and, motherfucking, let the metal foot loose. I'm more into the horizion than a bird with a home troubles in the middle of winter for this dungeon of dice.

Curse of Strahd [5E]

Character

JAMESON HALLEYWAY

Age: 32 Sex: M Race: Human Level: 1 Background: Haunted One Alignment: Neutral Good

Class: Fighter

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Strength: 15 + 1 = 16

Constitution: 15 + 2 = 17

Dexterity: 15

Intelligence: 8

Wisdom: 8

Charisma: 10

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Known Languages: Common, undercommon, Deep Speech

Feats

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Tavern Brawler

Accustomed to rough-and-tumble fighting using whatever weapons happen to be at hand, you gain the following benefits:

Increase your Strength or Constitution score by 1, to a maximum of 20.
You are proficient with improvised weapons.
Your unarmed strikes use a d4 for damage.
When you hit a creature with an unarmed strike or an improvised weapon on your turn, you can use a bonus action to attempt to grapple the target. A grapple check is a Strength (Athletics) check contested by the target's Strength (Athletics) or Dexterity (Acrobatics) check.
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Skills

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Atheletics + 2

Imtimidation + 2

Perception + 2

Profeciencies

Religion + 2

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Features:

Fighting Style = Defensive

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While you are wearing armor, you gain a +1 bonus to AC.
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Second Wind

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At first level, on your turn, you can use a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d10 + your fighter level. Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again.
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Starting Equipment

Wealth: 142 gp and 2 silver after initial expenses

Weight: 186.5 lbs out of 240

General Items

A Backpack. 2 GP 2 LB

Pouche Belt (6 pouches) 3 GP 3 LB

X10 empty liqour bottles. Corked. 20 GP 40 LB

X 25 corks. n/a listing

Bottle decorker. N/A listing

Chain(10 feet) 5 GP 10 lb

crowbar 2 GB 5 LB

Clothes, common(spare) 5 sp 3 LB

Bed Roll 1 GP 7 lb

Mess Kit 2 SP 1 LB

Lantern, hooded 5 GP 2 LB

rations x10 2 GP 20 LB

Mortar and Prestle (for crushing things tiny) N/A listing

Monster Kit: extra oil flask, crowbar. chest, a hammer, 3 wooden stakes, a holy symbol, flask of holy water, a set of manacles, a steel mirror, a tinderbox and three torches

TRINKET:

Brain Chunk: A small, hardened, shriveled up ball turned gray from its various a chemical process wrapped in a clothe. A sharp shard of glass is still lodged within it.

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Components

Spicy Powders x 10

Crushed Stinging Nettles x 10

Crushed Glass x10

[two of each are already put into the bottles and corked.]

Alchohol x 5

Lantern Oilx10 1 gp 10 lb

Equipment

Padded Armor [] Cost5gp []AC 11 + Dex modifier []Stealth:Disadvantage [] weight 8lbs

Net 1 gp — 3 lbs. Special, thrown (range 5/15) x 4

Dagger 2 gp 1d4 piercing 1 lbs. Finesse, light, thrown (range 20/60)

Sling 1 sp 1d4 bludgeoning — Ammunition (range 30/120)

Ammo (20) [common rocks]

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BackStory

A Bartender until he was glassed with a hefty bottle. By some strangeness, he awoke after being cared for by his younger sister. He recalls the clay and clammy grip of death and even his own family swore that for a few minutes he was icy cold and without breath.

He later on was ejected by his family business after years of his developing vicous temperament culminated in him striking his pregnant sister. Since then his wound has ached more frequently, followed by strange occurances and flash fevers of increasing length. Occasionally he will lose all warmth and stop breathing for long periods without notice.

Flaws:

I like people, people are why I become a bartender. But I get so angry when they let me down! [abusive]

It's like the blood near the scar gets all warm. Hardens to a stop. Each time, I wonder. Will it start moving again? [Thantophobia]

Ideals:

If I am going to hurt people, I'd rather it be the right people

I'm not living in the shadow of that bar forever. I'm going to climb someplace higher in this world

Bonds:

I've lost everything to that damn day. My family, my friends, my happiness. I won't succumb. I will find a way to survive!

D&D 5E: Curse of Strahd

@Lauder

shit, my comrade of the creation code. If we're going down the altruistic act we could, motherfucking, melt our motives together. Jameson swindel a shit load of, motherfucking, snake oilmen and potion pourers for remedies for his flash fevers due to how much they cost. Maybe he tried to drain your druid of some herbal healing and that's how she found out and got a good look at the hole in the cranium underneath the leather stadium.

That way we got a reason to say maybe he did something for Mirror-or to her or whatever, your deck to direct- Now they travel together. herbal pain relief in exchange for, motherfucking, peeping creeping.

D&D 5E: Curse of Strahd

@Lauder

Shit, don't sweat the syllable soup, my jurassic justice juggernaut. If my cobblestone communication gets too mixed up in its arrival to the ear, motherfucking, station. Just wave some sound wobbles at me and I'll try to translate to a neutral state.

Shit, yeah, we can maybe, motherfucking, be brewing in the toxin at a local memory hole where your feline fester in the froth with mine and somehow convinces him to allow her to write a journal on his behavor changes/fleshly failings at the loss of his brain railings. Maybe through a bet, payment way back before the game starts its tracks, or whatever way that doth best display your character relays.

D&D 5E: Curse of Strahd

@Lauder

shit, my strand of the biological demand. My, motherfucking, manic meat masher has a big visible leather layering he was glassed and has a chunk of his brain torn out. Which he still carries about with the glass still in it. That could be a motherfucking, study spark if that's you're turrent turner.

D&D 5E: Curse of Strahd

Shit, I'll bait some hooks for the twisted nook and knuckle knocker Jameson for anyone to grab if they, motherfucking, feel like it.

Jameson Current Shit

1: Is currently on the run from a small kabal of medicine men he swindel across several times for short term abatement to his agonising fevers.

2: Once tried to join a religion in order to curry favor against his Thantophobia. Was kicked out for fighting another member and crippling them.

3: Owes a large debt to a minor noble for getting drunk and shagging their daughter one night before her arrange marriage. They manage to agree on financial repayment to keep it all hush hush.

4: Is currently being hunted by paid mercs hired by his family who want him to see him for some unknown reason. He has avoided these mercs.

5: Once acted as sheriff for an emergency period inside a village. He did an admirable job protecting the folks but his cruelity for stringing up small offenders and beating them with a whip and other suspected foul play in the cells led to him being respectfully fired when the crisis was over.

6: Is almost out of money from his life savings as a bartender. Once tried to put his soul for a gamble with a stranger...and lost. Several other players witnessed this show down. He hasn't been contactd by this stranger for his winnings...yet.

7: Despite not legally being a criminal, vigilantes in his town still look out for him and post fliers of his image there.

D&D 5E: Curse of Strahd

@Mae@Lauder

Shit, I double ding the bell of business for forming the melding of mind and, motherfucking, twistedness.

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