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The Snapping Line (← links | edit)
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New Monster

Medium humanoid, Chaotic Neutral

Armor Class 10
Hit Points 10
Speed 30 ft.

| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |:---:|:---:|:---:|:---:|:---:|:---: | 10 (0) | 10 (0) | 10 (0) | 10 (0) | 10 (0) | 10 (0)

Saving Throws —
Skills —
Damage Vulnerabilities —
Damage Resistances —
Damage Immunities —
Condition Immunities —
Senses passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Challenge 0 (10)

Actions

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Roleplaying Notes

Campaign:
Appearance: Abe stands tall and barrel-chested, with a weathered face etched by years of sun and sea. His salt-and-pepper beard, streaked with golden highlights, frames a twinkling blue eye and a perpetually lopsided grin. A faded tattoo of an anchor dances on his muscular forearm, a relic from his days at sea. Though now retired, callouses still cling to his broad hands, reminders of hauling nets and battling storms. His attire is a mishmash of practicality and comfort: sturdy boots, patched trousers, a well-worn fishing vest over a loose linen shirt, and a captain's hat perpetually perched at a rakish angle.
Voice/Mannerisms:
Bond:
Ideal:
Flaw:
Info: A fair meal for a fair days pay
Equipment:

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 {{NPC
-|title=The Snapping Line (tavern) Owner
+| title = The Snapping Line (tavern) Owner
-|name=Abe Falstaff
+| name = Abe Falstaff
-|info=A fair meal for a fair days pay
+| image = [[Abe Falstaff.png]]
+| info = A fair meal for a fair days pay
-|alignment=Chaotic Neutral
+| alignment = Chaotic Neutral
+| appearance = Abe stands tall and barrel-chested, with a weathered face etched by years of sun and sea. His salt-and-pepper beard, streaked with golden highlights, frames a twinkling blue eye and a perpetually lopsided grin. A faded tattoo of an anchor dances on his muscular forearm, a relic from his days at sea. Though now retired, callouses still cling to his broad hands, reminders of hauling nets and battling storms. His attire is a mishmash of practicality and comfort: sturdy boots, patched trousers, a well-worn fishing vest over a loose linen shirt, and a captain's hat perpetually perched at a rakish angle.
-|appearance=Abe stands tall and barrel-chested, with a weathered face etched by years of sun and sea. His salt-and-pepper beard, streaked with golden highlights, frames a twinkling blue eye and a perpetually lopsided grin. A faded tattoo of an anchor dances on his muscular forearm, a relic from his days at sea. Though now retired, callouses still cling to his broad hands, reminders of hauling nets and battling storms. His attire is a mishmash of practicality and comfort: sturdy boots, patched trousers, a well-worn fishing vest over a loose linen shirt, and a captain's hat perpetually perched at a rakish angle.
+| voice/mannerisms = Abe's voice is a rumbling baritone, seasoned by years of bellowing orders over crashing waves. He speaks with a salty drawl, peppering his speech with nautical slang and colorful metaphors. A mischievous glint often flickers in his eyes, hinting at a past filled with tales of adventure and daring. He punctuates his stories with hearty slaps on backs, booming laughter that echoes through the tavern, and an occasional swig from a tankard perpetually at his side. Despite his gruff exterior, Abe possesses a surprising gentleness, offering a warm smile and a listening ear to anyone who needs it. He's a man of the sea, rough around the edges but with a heart as deep and vast as the ocean itself.
-|voice/mannerisms=Abe's voice is a rumbling baritone, seasoned by years of bellowing orders over crashing waves. He speaks with a salty drawl, peppering his speech with nautical slang and colorful metaphors. A mischievous glint often flickers in his eyes, hinting at a past filled with tales of adventure and daring. He punctuates his stories with hearty slaps on backs, booming laughter that echoes through the tavern, and an occasional swig from a tankard perpetually at his side. Despite his gruff exterior, Abe possesses a surprising gentleness, offering a warm smile and a listening ear to anyone who needs it. He's a man of the sea, rough around the edges but with a heart as deep and vast as the ocean itself.
 }}