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Shortsword- Martial Melee: +6 to hit, range -. Hit: 1d6+4 piercing Properties: proficient, finesse, light
Dagger- Simple Melee: +6 to hit, range 20/60. Hit: 1d4+4 piercing
Properties: proficient, finesse, light, thrown, underwater
Sling- Simple Ranged: +6 to hit, range 30/120. Hit: 1d4+4 bludgeoning. Properties: proficient, ammunition
Hand Crossbow- Bard Ranged: +6 to hit, range 30/120. Hit: 1d6+4 piercing. Properties: proficient, ammunition

Acrobatics +6
Animal Handling +1
Arcana +3
Athletics +0
Deception +5
History +2
Insight +1
Intimidation +4
Investigation +2
Medicine +1
Nature +2
Perception +1
Performance +5
Persuasion (Expertise) +7
Religion +2
Sleight of Hand (Expertise) +8
Stealth +6
Survival +1

Half-Elf
Ability Score Increase-+2 Charisma, +1 two other ability score of your choice
Size- Medium
Speed- 30ft
Senses- Darkvision 60ft
Fey Ancestry- Advantage on saving throws against being charmed, magic cannot put you to sleep
Skill Versatility- Acrobatics, & Arcana
Languages. Common, Elvish, Chult

Bard
Armor Proficiencies Light armor, shields
Weapons Proficiencies Simple weapons, hand crossbows, long swords, rapiers, short swords
Tools Lute, Pan Flute, & Hand Drum
Saves Dexterity, Charisma
Skills Performance, Persuasion, & Deception
Bardic Inspiration (d6)- Use a bonus action to grant one creature within 60ft who can hear you 1 Bardic Inspiration die. Once within the next 10 min, it can roll the die and add it to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw. This can be used 3 times, expended uses are regained after a long rest.
Spellcasting 4-1st Level Spell Slots, 3-2nd Level Slots
Cantrips Known. Dancing Lights, Minor Illusion, & Vicious Mockery
1st Level Spells Known Cure Wounds, Healing Word, Dissonant Whispers, & Faerie Fire
2nd Level Spells Known Crown of Madness, Shatter, Phantasmal Force
Jack of All Trades Starting at 2nd level, you can add half your proficiency bonus, rounded down, to any ability check you make that doesn't already include your proficiency bonus.
Song of Rest Beginning at 2nd level, you can use soothing music or oration to help revitalize your wounded allies during a short rest. If you or any friendly creatures who can hear your performance regain hit points at the end of
the short rest, each of those creatures regains an extra Id6 hit points. The extra hit points increase when you reach certain levels in this class: to ld8 at9th level, to Idl0 at 13th level, and to Idl2 at 17th level.
Expertise At 3rd level, choose two of your skill proficiencies. Your proficiency bonus is doubled for any ability check you make that uses either of the chosen proficiencies. At 10th level, you can choose another two skill proficiencies to gain this benefit.
Fighting Style At 3rd level, you adopt a style of fighting as your specialty: Two-Weapon Fighting. When you engage in two weapon fighting, you can add your ability modifier to the damage of the second attack.
Blade Flourish At 3rd level, you learn to perform impressive displays of martial prowess and speed. Whenever you take the Attack action on your turn, your walking speed increases by 10 feet until the end of the turn, and if a weapon attack that you make as part of this action hits a creature, you can use one of the following Blade Flourish options of your choice. You can use only one Blade Flourish option per turn. Defensive Flourish. You can expend one use of your
Bardic Inspiration to cause the weapon to deal extra damage to the target you hit. The damage equals the number you roll on the Bardic Inspiration die. You also add the number rolled to your AC until the start of your next turn.
*Slashing Flourish. You can expend one use of your Bardic Inspiration to cause the weapon to deal extra damage to the target you hit and to any other creature of your choice that you can see within 5 feet of you. The damage equals the number you roll on the Bardic Inspiration die.
*Mobile Flourish. You can expend one use of your Bardic Inspiration to cause the weapon to deal extra damage to the target you hit. The damage equals the number you roll on the Bardic Inspiration die. You can also push the target up to 5 feet away from you, plus a number of feet equal to the number you roll on that die. You can then immediately use your reaction to move up to your walking speed to an unoccupied space within 5 feet of the target.

Urchin
Region Chult
FeatureCity Secrets- You know the secret patterns and flow to cities and can find passages through the urban sprawl that others would miss. When you are not in combat, you (and companions you lead) can travel between any two locations in the city twice as fast as your speed would normally allow.
Suggested Characteristics Explanation of Suggested Characteristics
Skills Sleight of Hand, & Stealth
Tools Disguise Kit, & Thieves Tools
Lifestyle Modest, 1 gp per day
Languages None
Personality Traits:
1- I hide scraps of food and trinkets away in my pockets.
2- I sleep with my back to the wall or a tree with my belongings bundled in my arms.
Ideal: Change. The low are lifted up, the high and mighty are brought low. Change is the nature of things. (Chaotic)
Bond: I owe a debt that I can never repay to the person who took pity on me.
Flaw: Gold is a lot of money to me. I'll do anything for more of it.

A handsome half-elf with dark eyes and cerulean blue hair. His square jaw push his elven features too mannish to be an elf. His blue hair is bound in a thick pony tail which hangs down his back bound is a light sage ribbon. The same color sage wraps around his waist held with a belt which hangs a rapier and a belt pouch. He wears a supple looking pair of black boots, billowy blue pattern pants of Chultan design. Beneath a sleeveless black tattered long coat show the woven patters of worn Chultan leather armor. A picture of Bhoors

Uncommonly relaxed Bhoors is a common descriptor for Bhoors whose carefree manner seems to rule his interactions good or ill. Charming, polite often even when scorned, seem to drive his interactions. Quick witted and dismissive of offense if he can.

Bhoors Thistledown was a hard working woodsman, a trapper, hunter, kindling monger, who slaved outside the Podunk village of Phandalin in the forests and fields. He was already getting up in years when he was reacquainted with an elf whom he had met years past back when he was a younger man. The two rekindled a spark that had not turned into a real fire when he ranged the north and the high forest with the beautiful elf.

The old man walked with a limp some said it was the bite from a great beast that he had fought. These folks were often waved away. "Ole Bhoors Thistledown is hard working man puts food on the table for those he cares for," they would say. "He's not one to fly off on adventures like a man with no purpose or roots." Bhoors was a good man, a hard man and a father. Even in his grey haired years he married that beautiful elf. Of course this was scandalous to the backwoods cretins of Phandalin but Bhoors waved that away, "I always said, 'if they won't tolerate an elf lass and an oldman at the shrine of Lathander then we'll flip a coin and let one of those carefree priests at the temple of Tymora say the words'." Well after they found someone to "say the words" at the temple of Tymora Bhoors and his new bride, Ilsevel Torsalor began a quiet life together. Ilsevel had a little son. Bhoors with his small town sensibilities named the lad Bhoors Thistledown the second. It should be supposed that anyone whose father's name is Bhoors will likely be called Piglet by someone. However if you are Bhoors the Younger there is twice the reason. So Piglet was the apple of his parents eyes. He learned music from his mother and well he learned many things from his father. He saw the man struggle. Day in day out to keep the family going. His father took some sort of pride from hard work. There was a beauty to it, in its sort of pastoral way. Bhoors loved his wife's singing but he did not take the same joy when his son learned and excelled at music. When the lad would go with his dad into the woods he had little respect for danger, "no fear of what might kill you," his dad would say. The young lad would smile, "Dad sister Geralee from the temple says I was born under a Lucky Star." His dad would announce humbug and explain that luck couldn't be trusted. Before little Piglet turned 7 Bhoors passed on. Piglet well "now man of the house" Bhoors learned what is likely an unintended lesson from his father. He heard the groans from back pain, the scrapes, the frustration when the trail yielded no game. Hard work at least to the boy seemed not to pay off.

Ilsevel with her husband gone had little anchor to the small village and so. She uprooted with the boy and they set out. Bhoors the Younger was wide eyed and filled with wanderlust. He knew his mother loved his father intensely but the season, a short season, in the life of an elf of small town wife was over for her. They lived on the road putting roots down in the colder months in a new city only to head out in the spring. This time was fun for Bhoors he learned music, stories and enjoy the wandering life his mother was able to live by. Seeing his mother sing and play in taverns and inns and make a decent living made him wonder why his dad worked so hard. "He loved the forest," his mother would say. "He valued the struggle." Bhoors loved his dad, missed his dad but did not understand him.

Bhoors remembers seeing the mighty gates of Neverwinter for the first time, bigger than Silverymoon he thought. He saw the sea the ships and his 11 year old mind whirled. There was a pulse to the city that excited the small town boy. Ilsevel had a reputation and even a draw. Not only was she able to play multiple taverns in a week without repeat but she was also called to fancy parties and it was a fairly comfortable living for she and for Bhoors.

As good as it was it didn't last. Luck runs cold at times. Bhoors is still not sure what happened. His mother wasn't a push over. She knew how to handle herself, he had seen her shame men who attempted to abuse her plenty of times. Reports were that she was found in an alley. Theories included robbery or worse but that made little sense to Bhoors. After the funeral. Bhoors was brought by an innkeeper who could no longer float the boy a room without his mom performing to an orphanage. For a boy like Bhoors an orphanage was a sad thought that's where kids who loose their families go. Sure that was true but they are also at least this orphanage was also where some sick people went. The other kids were bullies, he didn't love the affectionate nickname Piglet as a young child, but to the jerks of the orphanage he was Warthog. The biggest jerk there beat him near senseless the first night, "They were right to name you Bhoors you have a face like a warthog." Somehow that changed his name to Warthog, whatever. He didn't stay long. He picked up some ideas from the other kids. How to pick pockets. How to win at dice, even if you loose. How to beg. If the kids were bad at the orphanage some of the staff were worse. Once Bhoors had a handle on begging, picking pockets and cheating. His 'friends' grew more calloused as suddenly as they had grown nice and the staff of the orphanage would make him go out and return with whatever he could. Too little he got in trouble too much he must have been holding out in the past or took too big a risk and "now the heat was gonna come down on us." After a few months he never went back. Occasionally he would see one of the kids from the orphanage and he'd have to run, hide or fight. But better the streets on his terms than the orphanage.

That was life. The way of things. But hey he lived in the Big City. Opportunities. He knew how to get by usually. He was still young enough to get shooed off if he got caught. He learned how to better pick a mark and so on. Winter was tough the year he turned 14. He was sometimes looked on as a man and not treated with the same annoyed disinterest if he was caught stealing. It dawned on him he wasn't a kid. He had more run ins with the law, with people willing to beat the crap out of him. Not that he wasn't a scrapper. Worse more than just the kids from the orphanage to avoid the older 'organizations' where always worried about territory. When he had been a kid he was always sent on his way but now his earning his scraps was somehow disrespecting the social order. As if a band of murderous thieves weren't already a disruption to the social order. More than just tough that winter was cold. He remembers shivering alone in an alley. He would have died if not that night then some other night he would catch a shank or slip on an icy roof. But luck took him to an old man. Some figure the old man useless. An old drunk Chult. Well it turns out the old drunk Chult had good spot for hiding out, keeping warm and laying low. Sure it was in a sewer tunnel but it was out of the way almost hidden it shared a wall with the basement of some building with a hearth in the basement so one of the walls was always warm even without a fire. The old man found Bhoors passed out in an alley bloody. He brought the kid home and gave him a place to stay. The too became friends the old man would speak about the man's homeland. Chult the stories were different wild far off. He learned from the old man. They spoke in the old man's native language when they wanted others to not understand them. One night the old man brought Bhoors a lute. It had been years since Bhoors had played but he remembered well enough. The old man didn't come home one night, something he long predicted would happen, "one of these nights I ain't comin' home too old. Kelmevor is gonna get me and send me on." Bhoors missed the old man, he owed the old man a debt that he couldn't repay. After a while Bhoors was old enough to take work and he returned to a life of a performer in inns and taverns. This time he was the singer. He played well and learned what he could from any one that would teach him. He traveled the road saw Waterdeep, Bualder's Gate, and places big and small in between. A few weeks back he heard that ship was heading to Chult. A notion hit him. To see the home of his friend, to look on a Dinosaur and walk in the jungle. He collected his things and met a sailor, cute in the right light who was headed on a ship south. She was fun for awhile on the trip. It was the Capatain that well had different concepts of property. Bhoors was thrown in the bilge and forced to man the pump until they reached Port Nyanzaru.

Leather Arm
Short Sword x2
Dagger
Sling
Hand Crossbow
Lute
Pet Squirrel "Nibbles"
Leather Beaded Cord (A Token to remember your parents by. Currently worn as bracelet.)
A small knife
Common Clothes
Belt pouch
• 27.8 gp
• Thieves Tools
Entertainer's Pack (Backpack)
• a Bedroll
• 2 costumes
• 5 candles
• 5 days of Rations
• a Waterskin
• Disguise kit
Caligraphy Kit
Dirty Manacles (Viplo's hut)
Viplo's Arcane Book
Thieves' tools
Poison
Potion of Cure Light Wounds
Waterdeep Sewer Key
Coin with LS carved on it. Given to us by Laurel Silverhand

This concoction looks, smells, and tastes like a Potion of Healing or other beneficial potion. However, it is actually poison masked by Illusion magic. An Identify spell reveals its true nature.If you drink it, you take 3d6 poison damage, and you must succeed on a DC 13 Constitution saving throw or be Poisoned. At the start of each of your turns while you are Poisoned in this way, you take 3d6 poison damage. At the end of each of your turns, you can repeat the saving throw. On a successful save, the poison damage you take on your subsequent turns decreases by 1d6. The poison ends when the damage decreases to 0.

Friends in Low Places. You have met a drow mage of
Szith Morcane, if he was allowed to copy the items he
needed from the codex he sees you in a favorable light.
Perhaps one day he will be able (and willing) to return the
favor.