Morweril Reithlynrde
Female Elven Clerk
She is an elderly elf with grey eyes, thin scruffy dyed dark-brown hair, and light brown skin.
Personality Traits: Unperturbed.
Alignment: neutral.
Born: 247 AC (Age 553)
Orientation: Hetrosexual
Home: Galadrnel Nerdawen Olyrnnlyn's Lawyers
Settlement: Emeldirnna (immigrated from Calaughisum)
Spouse: Belegorod Penlos Toryvnar (Deceased)
Mother: Emel Areden Reithlynrde (Deceased)
Father: Duilihin Allen (Deceased)
Children
- Galdlas Toryvnar Bronzespear - age 255 ♂
Siblings
- Maglornt Fingolodnar Allen - age 407 ♂
- Yavardanna Urwein Reithlynrde - age 331 ♀
Statistics
| STR | DEX | CON | WIS | INT | CHR |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 6 | 14 | 11 | 11 | 9 | 12 |
| -2 | +2 | +1 |
| AC | HP | Passive Perception | Speed |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12 | 6 | 10 | 30 ft. |
Alignment: neutral
Size: Medium
Senses: Darkvision
Actions:
- Unarmed Strike. Melee Attack: +0 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 1 bludgeoning damage.
Skills: Perception +2, Insight +2
Abilities:
- Fey Ancestry. Morweril has advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put them to sleep.
Spoken Languages: Elvish, Common
Inventory
| Quantity | Value | Item | Description | Weight |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 10 gp | "All mine" |
By Bofáin Taleforger Fiction. A down on his luck dwarf inherits an adamant mineshaft. But how did his uncle die? And what of the rumors of something alive in the deepest caverns? |
5 lbs. |
| 1 | A matchbook | A matchbook containing 9 matches. | ||
| 1 | 10 gp | Ink (1 ounce bottle) | ||
| 1 | 2 cp | Ink pen | ||
| 1 | 14 gp 3 sp 8 cp | Money Pouch | Morweril's money pouch. It has 13 gp, 13 sp and 8 cp in it. | ⅝ lb. |
| 1 | Morweril's notebook | A book filled with Morweril's scribblings. | ||
| 1 | 180 gp | Potion of climbing | When you drink this potion, you gain a climbing speed equal to your walking speed for 1 hour. During this time, you have advantage on Strength (Athletics) checks you make to climb. The potion is separated into brown, silver, and gray layers resembling bands of stone. Shaking the bottle fails to mix the colors. |