Emma "Emmie" Smallfoot
A quirky, somewhat distracted barroom brawler.
Emma “Emmie” Smallfoot
Race: Lightfoot Halfling Class: “Barroom Brawler” Barbarian 5/Rogue 1
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Level: 6 Background: Guide
Height: 3’ 2" Weight: 45lbs.
Hair: Brown Eyes: Brown
Experience Points: 9,517
Description: Normally on adventures, Emmie is a female Halfling with brown hair and eyes she stands about 3 foot 2 and wears her hair normally in pigtails with red ribbons but has taken to wearing her sister’s tri-cornered black hat. She wears a simple white dress with a belt around her waist for her dagger’s sheath and a heavy leather jacket with a long red scarf. Upon her feet are a pair of worn ankle high, bulky black leather boots and on her hands are a pair of her fingerless black leather gloves.
AC: 17 (16 w/o ring) Hit Points: 68 (78 when raging)
Speed: 40 ft. Hit Dice: 5d12/1d6 Initiative: +2
Strength 18 (2)
Constitution 18 (2)
Wisdom 14 (1)
2 so actually +3 for those and +1 for everything else)
Light load: 180lbs.
Maximum load: 360lbs.
Can push, pull or drag 900lbs. max, at full though she moves 5ft. However her size doesn’t matter.
Long jump: 10ft run = 18ft. or 9ft. w/o
High Jump: 10ft run = 7ft. or 4ft. w/o (w/ reach can grab 12ft-9ft)
Dagger, 4 (4 (4 (4/6/5 (5 2 piercing damage [range 80/320])
Quarterstaff 4 (2 in rage)
2) Short sword (wakizashi) 4 (2 in rage) [piercing]
20) Darts (shuriken) 4; Range 30/120 (piercing) 18 left.
Weapon Proficiencies: All simple and martial weapons.
Armor Proficiencies: Light and medium armor, shields.
Other Proficiencies: Climber’s kit, mounts (land), Navigator’s tools and Thieves tools
Skills (+2 on checks)
Race: Lightfoot Halfling
Lucky: When a natural 1 is rolled on an attack roll, ability check or saving throw is rolled, reroll and take the new one.
Brave: Gain advantage on saving throws vs. being frightened.
Halfling Nimbleness: Move through spaces of creatures that are larger then you.
Languages: Common, Goblin, Orc and Halfling
Naturally Stealthy: Can attempt to hide even when only obscured by a creature one size category larger then her.
Rage – 3/day (Advantage on STR attacks, checks and Saves; 5ft to speed.)
Extra Attack: One more attack per round.
Fast Movement: +10ft when not wearing heavy armor
Expertise: Acrobatics, Athletics, Perception and Stealth.
Sneak Attack 1d6
Feats: Brawler (Martial Artist) [proficient w/ improvised weapons];
2) Short sword (wakizashi) 1d6 20gp
20) Darts (shuriken) 1d4, 50cp (-2)
Leather armor 1 for saving throws too]
Everburning Bullseye Lantern
Light Crossbow 1d8
3) bottles of wine
Grappling hook connected to a Rope, hempen (50ft.)
Healer’s kit (16 uses)
Rations 10 days
Chalk (2) pieces
(2) Potion of Healing (2d4+2) healed up
(0) Magical Green Beers from Lucky (1d4+1 healing up)
Warhammer 1 bludgeoning)
Signet ring for the City of Grundin worth 50gp
2 electrum 286gp, 51sp 25cp 99 lbs.
Things in the chest at the Elk Lodge:
1) 10gp gem
1) 10gp bar of silver
Evil demon summoning book
History of the Rapala
2) other books from the library in the silver mine’s ruins.
Born as the middle child to a baker and his wife (she might help around the bakery but ask anyone who’s eaten her food and they’ll tell you she’s no baker or cook although she has been asked to make things for certain others by the local assassin’s guild).
Emma grew up in Shaena’s shadow as a quiet and timid girl before her big sister left. Shaena told her she’d have to grow stronger so Emma tried but she was easily frustrated by things although she stifled it. She missed her sister and at one point got it into her head that if she just made some more coin then maybe her sister could come home and not have to train to serve some silly human family.
Going out she got a job as a barmaid, waiting tables until she got grabbed for one to many times and punched the groper just once.. and with the feel of that punch she felt some of her frustration come out. With an almost feral grin she flew into a rage that started a bar brawl for the entire tavern.
Still throwing punches, kicking and screaming she was carried over the shoulder of a human and off down the road to another bar before she was plopped down into a seat and a mug of ale was put in her hands. “Drink,” came the command and she downed the mug before looking for the next face to punch.
The tall, bearded human looked scruffy and had a bit of gray to that beard. There were others at the table as well, different clothes, races and in various states of post brawl injuries. They were all drinking and the old human looked to her.
“You’re tiny, but there’s a lotta anger inside a ya, best ta get it out and focus it proper least ya do yerself or other’s harm.. life will knock you on your ass as it is, it don’t need yer help ta do so,” he stated firmly before gesturing to a barmaid and getting her another ale.
A few barroom brawls later and she woke up out in the woods with a heck of a hangover. Foraging, she made her way slowly back home. A week later she headed to the taverns again and searched until she found the old man and picked a fight with him. A number of barroom brawls later she woke up out in the same woods.. this repeated itself for a while as she started to learn the ways of the students of the drunken master.
She learned, how to use anything she could grab a hold of in the bar as a weapon, how to use her head, fists and feet to beat someone senseless, how to hold her ale and that the old man was an ex-monk who lived in a broken down old temple off in the same woods that she kept waking up in.
Learning how to make her way back to civilization and about the lands around her, she also grew out of being quiet or shy. More often then not the once silent shadow of a girl who stood in the back and was intimidated by life, would solve her problems with a solid punch or kick to someone or something.
She started to adventure with her sister and then her brother and did her best to never, ever stand in her sister’s shadow again. Her rage was blamed by her father onto her grandmother who Shaena’s named after ironically enough, another of the Smallfoot women but one who had taken up a very large ax when she’d gone adventuring.. Father’s side of the family were adventurer’s and mothers were the bakers, although when it’s time to cook something her side of the family claim’s the pair were obviously switched at birth.
When word came that Shaena was dead, Emma went into a rage that tore up a number of taverns until her master came and knocked her out and tossed her onto a ship with her belongings.
Pulling her up by the collar of her jacket he looked into her eyes. “Baka! I taught you better then that.. if you’re gonna punch then punch the right faces,” he demanded before dropping her and standing up and walking away as the ship started to leave the docks. “Go, avenge your kin,” he said before getting a running start and jumping the distance between the ship and the dock. Turning around he watched the ship go. “And get my damn hat back.. I will win it from you yet,” he yelled as she stood up and bowed to him.
The mage Darheim
A mermaid maybe?