Shortie
- Speed
- 30 ft
Base attributes
- Charisma
- 8
- Constitution
- 13
- Dexterity
- 18
- Intelligence
- 10
- Strength
- 14
- Wisdom
- 12
RaceHalfling
FactionBanditAdmirersShortie
Class levels
Starting equipment
- "Heh, when have we ever mistreated you, Shortie? Heh heh."
- "Just stand lookout like you were told." The man's voice carries the weight of command; he seems to be the lea
- "Hey, hold on, everyone," the bandit leader says as he sheathes the sword he'd drawn just a moment ago. "And S
- The bandit leader looks up and jumps with a start when he sees you, his sole eye wide in disbelief. "Shortie,
- "Quit your whining. We always take care of our own, don't we?" says a disheveled, rotund woman with a round fa
- "Ha! Right you are."
- The short, ratty man, whose filthy strands of hair do little to obscure his prominent bald spot, doesn't even
- Shortie spins to face you, finally noticing your presence. "Hey, someone's comin'! Grab your blades!" he yells
- "These barons always think so high of themselves." Shortie spits on the ground.
- "He robs folk worse than us, and then has the nerve to spew all this righteous crap at us."
- "Told ya. These barons always think so high of themselves." Shortie spits on the ground.
- "He robs folk worse than us, and then has the nerve to spew all this righteous crap at us. I say we get 'em!"
- "Hey, what're ya sayin'?" Shortie shakes his head in confusion. "If that's the baron, the only job he'll have
- "Ahem. Uh, thanks, Your Grace."
- "Hey! You all are leavin' some for me, right?"
- "Oh, screw you...."