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{{NPC
{{Monster Statblock
| title = The Snapping Line (tavern) Owner
| monster_name = [[The Snapping Line]] (tavern) Owner
| name = Abe Falstaff
| image = [[file:Abe Falstaff.png
| image = [[file:Abe Falstaff.png |thumb|Abe]]
| size = Medium
| info = A fair meal for a fair days pay
| type = humanoid
| alignment = Chaotic Neutral
| alignment = Chaotic Neutral
| ac = 10
| hp = 10
| speed = 30 ft.
| str = 10
| str_mod = +0
| dex = 10
| dex_mod = +0
| con = 10
| con_mod = +0
| int = 10
| int_mod = +0
| wis = 10
| wis_mod = +0
| cha = 10
| cha_mod = +0
| saving_throws = —
| skills = —
| damage_vulnerabilities = —
| damage_resistances = —
| damage_immunities = —
| condition_immunities = —
| senses = passive Perception 10
| languages = Common
| cr = 0
| xp = 0
| actions =
| legendary_actions_header =
| legendary_actions =
| reactions_header =
| reactions =
| roleplaying_header = 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.
| 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 =
}}
| bond =
| ideal =
| flaw =
| info = A fair meal for a fair days pay
| equipment =
}

Revision as of 01:09, 23 August 2025

{{Monster Statblock | monster_name = The Snapping Line (tavern) Owner | image = [[file:Abe Falstaff.png | size = Medium | type = humanoid | alignment = Chaotic Neutral | ac = 10 | hp = 10 | speed = 30 ft. | str = 10 | str_mod = +0 | dex = 10 | dex_mod = +0 | con = 10 | con_mod = +0 | int = 10 | int_mod = +0 | wis = 10 | wis_mod = +0 | cha = 10 | cha_mod = +0 | saving_throws = — | skills = — | damage_vulnerabilities = — | damage_resistances = — | damage_immunities = — | condition_immunities = — | senses = passive Perception 10 | languages = Common | cr = 0 | xp = 0 | actions = | legendary_actions_header = | legendary_actions = | reactions_header = | reactions = | roleplaying_header = 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 = }