Alyndra Strongarm - Revision history

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	\|legendary_actions = —		\|legendary_actions = —
	\|roleplaying_notes = Alyndra is the no-nonsense owner of the Wicker Goat and a repository of local knowledge and warrior history. She is direct, speaks with simple language, and uses frequent (but gentle) military exclamations. She is quick to judge a person's character based on their handshake and their drinking capacity.		\|roleplaying_notes = Alyndra is the no-nonsense owner of the Wicker Goat and a repository of local knowledge and warrior history. She is direct, speaks with simple language, and uses frequent (but gentle) military exclamations. She is quick to judge a person's character based on their handshake and their drinking capacity.
	~~\|image = [[file:Alynda Strongarm.png]]~~		\|campaign = Corsairs
	\|campaign = ~~The Wicker Goat~~
	\|appearance = Her once-bright red hair is now streaked with silver and pulled back in a practical braid. Scars peek out from under her worn leather jerkin. She has a broad set of shoulders and a sharp glint in her eyes.		\|appearance = Her once-bright red hair is now streaked with silver and pulled back in a practical braid. Scars peek out from under her worn leather jerkin. She has a broad set of shoulders and a sharp glint in her eyes.
	\|voice_mannerisms = Her voice is a deep, booming contralto, often gravelly from years of shouting over tavern crowds. She rarely needs to raise her voice to command silence.		\|voice_mannerisms = Her voice is a deep, booming contralto, often gravelly from years of shouting over tavern crowds. She rarely needs to raise her voice to command silence.

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	{{Monster Statblock		{{Monster Statblock
	\| monster_name = Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm ~~and~~ owns the Wicker Goat		\|monster_name = Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm, owns the Wicker Goat
	\| image = ~~[[file:~~Alynda Strongarm.png		\| image = Alynda Strongarm.png
	\| size = Medium		\|size = Medium
	\| type = ~~humanoid~~		\|type = Humanoid (Human)
	\| alignment = Neutral Good		\|alignment = Neutral Good
	\| ac = 10		\|ac = 12 (Natural Armor)
	\| hp = 10		\|hp = 22
	\| speed = 30 ft.		\|hit_dice = 4d8 + 4
	\| str = 10		\|speed = 30 ft.
	~~\| str_mod = +0~~		\|str = 14
	\| dex = 10		\|dex = 12
			\|con = 12
	\| con = 10		\|int = 10
	~~\| con_mod = +0~~		\|wis = 13
	\| int = 10		\|cha = 15
	~~\| int_mod = +0~~		\|saving_throws = Con +3
	\| wis = 10		\|skills = Athletics +4, Intimidation +4, Perception +3, Performance +4
	~~\| wis_mod = +0~~		\|damage_vulnerabilities = —
	\| cha = 10		\|damage_resistances = —
	\| ~~cha_mod~~ = +0		\|damage_immunities = —
	~~\| saving_throws = —~~		\|condition_immunities = —
	\| skills = —		\|senses = Passive Perception 13
	\| damage_vulnerabilities = —		\|languages = Common, Dwarvish
	\| damage_resistances = —		\|cr = 1/4
	\| damage_immunities = —		\|xp = 50
	\| condition_immunities = —		\|traits = Legendary Grip. Alyndra has advantage on checks made to grapple a creature or to avoid being disarmed. Iron Thighs. Alyndra has proficiency in Strength saving throws and checks made to resist being shoved or knocked prone.
	\| senses = ~~passive~~ Perception 10		\|actions = Multiattack. Alyndra makes two attacks: one with her Fist and one with a thrown Bar Stool.
	\| languages = Common		* Fist. Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 4 (1d4 + 2) bludgeoning damage.
	\| cr = 0		* Bar Stool (Improvised Weapon). Ranged Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, range 20/60 ft., one target. Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) bludgeoning damage.
	\| xp = 0		\|reactions = —
	\| ~~actions~~ =		\|legendary_actions = —
	\| ~~legendary_actions_header~~ =		\|roleplaying_notes = Alyndra is the no-nonsense owner of the Wicker Goat and a repository of local knowledge and warrior history. She is direct, speaks with simple language, and uses frequent (but gentle) military exclamations. She is quick to judge a person's character based on their handshake and their drinking capacity.
	\| ~~legendary_actions~~ =		\|image = [[file:Alynda Strongarm.png]]
	\| ~~reactions_header~~ =		\|campaign = The Wicker Goat
	\| ~~reactions~~ =		\|appearance = Her once-bright red hair is now streaked with silver and pulled back in a practical braid. Scars peek out from under her worn leather jerkin. She has a broad set of shoulders and a sharp glint in her eyes.
	\| ~~roleplaying_header~~ = ~~Roleplaying Notes~~		\|voice_mannerisms = Her voice is a deep, booming contralto, often gravelly from years of shouting over tavern crowds. She rarely needs to raise her voice to command silence.
	\| campaign =		\|bond = The Wicker Goat (her sanctuary and livelihood), the memory of her long-lost adventuring party.
	\| appearance = Her once-bright red hair is now streaked with silver and pulled back in a practical braid~~. Age has etched lines on her face, but the sharp glint in her eyes and the broad set of her shoulders betray a woman who hasn't softened much~~. Scars peek out from under ~~the sleeves of~~ her worn leather jerkin~~, testaments to battles fought and won~~. She ~~usually wears sturdy breeches~~ and ~~boots, practicality trumping fashion for this retired warrior~~.		\|ideal = Honesty and Hard Work. A good drink and a good story solve most problems.
	\| voice_mannerisms =		\|flaw = Overly protective of her bar, which she views as sacred ground. Quick to judge a character.
	\| bond =		\|info = Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days. She earned her moniker from her legendary endurance and grappling ability in her adventuring youth.
	\| ideal =		\|equipment = Worn leather jerkin, a large apron, a hidden rusty dagger, and a well-used wooden serving mallet.
	\| flaw =
	\| info = Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days.
	\| equipment =
	}}		}}

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	\| dex = 10		\| dex = 10
	~~\| dex_mod = +0~~
	\| con = 10		\| con = 10
	\| con_mod = +0		\| con_mod = +0

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	\| info = Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days.		\| info = Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days.
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+{{Monster Statblock
-|image=[[file:Alynda Strongarm.png |thumb|Alyndra Strongarm]]
+| monster_name = Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm and owns the Wicker Goat
-|info=Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days.
+| image = [[file:Alynda Strongarm.png
-|name=Alyndra Strongarm
+| size = Medium
-|title=Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm and owns the Wicker Goat
+| type = humanoid
-|alignment=Neutral Good
+| alignment = Neutral Good
+| ac = 10
-|appearance=Her once-bright red hair is now streaked with silver and pulled back in a practical braid. Age has etched lines on her face, but the sharp glint in her eyes and the broad set of her shoulders betray a woman who hasn't softened much. Scars peek out from under the sleeves of her worn leather jerkin, testaments to battles fought and won. She usually wears sturdy breeches and boots, practicality trumping fashion for this retired warrior.
+| hp = 10
+| speed = 30 ft.
-|voice/mannerisms=Alyndra's voice is a well-worn instrument, low and gravelly from years of laughter, shouting orders on the battlefield, and haggling with merchants.
+| str = 10
+| str_mod = +0
-There's a hint of a lilt in her speech, a remnant of her younger days spent in the back country. She speaks with a directness that comes from years of barking commands across chaotic battlefields, but there's a warmth in her eyes that softens the edge of her words. She punctuates her speech with occasional snorts of laughter, a reminder of the boisterous fighter she once was. Alyndra has a habit of absentmindedly rubbing a calloused thumb over the hilt of the dagger she keeps strapped to her thigh, a comfort in the unfamiliar quiet of tavern life.
+| dex = 10
+| dex_mod = +0
-}}
+| con = 10

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	{{NPC		{{NPC
	\|image=[[file:~~Alyndra~~ Strongarm \|thumb]]		\|image=[[file:Alynda Strongarm.png \|thumb\|Alyndra Strongarm]]
	\|info=Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days.		\|info=Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days.
	\|name=Alyndra Strongarm		\|name=Alyndra Strongarm
	\|title='Iron Thighs' and owns the Wicker Goat		\|title=Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm and owns the Wicker Goat
	\|alignment=Neutral Good		\|alignment=Neutral Good

	\|appearance=Her once-bright red hair is now streaked with silver and pulled back in a practical braid. Age has etched lines on her face, but the sharp glint in her eyes and the broad set of her shoulders betray a woman who hasn't softened much. Scars peek out from under the sleeves of her worn leather jerkin, testaments to battles fought and won. She usually wears sturdy breeches and boots, practicality trumping fashion for this retired warrior.		\|appearance=Her once-bright red hair is now streaked with silver and pulled back in a practical braid. Age has etched lines on her face, but the sharp glint in her eyes and the broad set of her shoulders betray a woman who hasn't softened much. Scars peek out from under the sleeves of her worn leather jerkin, testaments to battles fought and won. She usually wears sturdy breeches and boots, practicality trumping fashion for this retired warrior.

	\|voice/mannerisms=Alyndra's voice is a well-worn instrument, low and gravelly from years of laughter, shouting orders on the battlefield, and haggling with merchants. There's a hint of a lilt in her speech, a remnant of her younger days spent ~~far from Dale City~~. She speaks with a directness that comes from years of barking commands across chaotic battlefields, but there's a warmth in her eyes that softens the edge of her words. She punctuates her speech with occasional snorts of laughter, a reminder of the boisterous fighter she once was. Alyndra has a habit of absentmindedly rubbing a calloused thumb over the hilt of the dagger she keeps strapped to her thigh, a comfort in the unfamiliar quiet of tavern life.		\|voice/mannerisms=Alyndra's voice is a well-worn instrument, low and gravelly from years of laughter, shouting orders on the battlefield, and haggling with merchants.

			There's a hint of a lilt in her speech, a remnant of her younger days spent in the back country. She speaks with a directness that comes from years of barking commands across chaotic battlefields, but there's a warmth in her eyes that softens the edge of her words. She punctuates her speech with occasional snorts of laughter, a reminder of the boisterous fighter she once was. Alyndra has a habit of absentmindedly rubbing a calloused thumb over the hilt of the dagger she keeps strapped to her thigh, a comfort in the unfamiliar quiet of tavern life.

	}}		}}

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	\|image=[[file:Alyndra Strongarm \|thumb]]		\|image=[[file:Alyndra Strongarm \|thumb]]
	\|info=Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm ~~owns the Wicker Goat and~~ cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days.		\|info=Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days.
			\|name=Alyndra Strongarm
			\|title='Iron Thighs' and owns the Wicker Goat
	\|alignment=Neutral Good		\|alignment=Neutral Good

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	\|voice/mannerisms=Alyndra's voice is a well-worn instrument, low and gravelly from years of laughter, shouting orders on the battlefield, and haggling with merchants. There's a hint of a lilt in her speech, a remnant of her younger days spent far from Dale City. She speaks with a directness that comes from years of barking commands across chaotic battlefields, but there's a warmth in her eyes that softens the edge of her words. She punctuates her speech with occasional snorts of laughter, a reminder of the boisterous fighter she once was. Alyndra has a habit of absentmindedly rubbing a calloused thumb over the hilt of the dagger she keeps strapped to her thigh, a comfort in the unfamiliar quiet of tavern life.		\|voice/mannerisms=Alyndra's voice is a well-worn instrument, low and gravelly from years of laughter, shouting orders on the battlefield, and haggling with merchants. There's a hint of a lilt in her speech, a remnant of her younger days spent far from Dale City. She speaks with a directness that comes from years of barking commands across chaotic battlefields, but there's a warmth in her eyes that softens the edge of her words. She punctuates her speech with occasional snorts of laughter, a reminder of the boisterous fighter she once was. Alyndra has a habit of absentmindedly rubbing a calloused thumb over the hilt of the dagger she keeps strapped to her thigh, a comfort in the unfamiliar quiet of tavern life.

			}}

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	Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm owns the Wicker Goat and cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days.		{{NPC
			\|image=[[file:Alyndra Strongarm \|thumb]]
			\|info=Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm owns the Wicker Goat and cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days.

	~~'''Alignment:'''~~ Neutral Good		\|alignment=Neutral Good

	~~'''Appearance:'''~~ Her once-bright red hair is now streaked with silver and pulled back in a practical braid. Age has etched lines on her face, but the sharp glint in her eyes and the broad set of her shoulders betray a woman who hasn't softened much. Scars peek out from under the sleeves of her worn leather jerkin, testaments to battles fought and won. She usually wears sturdy breeches and boots, practicality trumping fashion for this retired warrior.		\|appearance=Her once-bright red hair is now streaked with silver and pulled back in a practical braid. Age has etched lines on her face, but the sharp glint in her eyes and the broad set of her shoulders betray a woman who hasn't softened much. Scars peek out from under the sleeves of her worn leather jerkin, testaments to battles fought and won. She usually wears sturdy breeches and boots, practicality trumping fashion for this retired warrior.

	~~'''Voice~~/~~Mannerisms:'''~~ Alyndra's voice is a well-worn instrument, low and gravelly from years of laughter, shouting orders on the battlefield, and haggling with merchants. There's a hint of a lilt in her speech, a remnant of her younger days spent far from Dale City. She speaks with a directness that comes from years of barking commands across chaotic battlefields, but there's a warmth in her eyes that softens the edge of her words. She punctuates her speech with occasional snorts of laughter, a reminder of the boisterous fighter she once was. Alyndra has a habit of absentmindedly rubbing a calloused thumb over the hilt of the dagger she keeps strapped to her thigh, a comfort in the unfamiliar quiet of tavern life.		\|voice/mannerisms=Alyndra's voice is a well-worn instrument, low and gravelly from years of laughter, shouting orders on the battlefield, and haggling with merchants. There's a hint of a lilt in her speech, a remnant of her younger days spent far from Dale City. She speaks with a directness that comes from years of barking commands across chaotic battlefields, but there's a warmth in her eyes that softens the edge of her words. She punctuates her speech with occasional snorts of laughter, a reminder of the boisterous fighter she once was. Alyndra has a habit of absentmindedly rubbing a calloused thumb over the hilt of the dagger she keeps strapped to her thigh, a comfort in the unfamiliar quiet of tavern life.

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Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm owns the Wicker Goat and cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days.

'''Alignment:''' Neutral Good

'''Appearance:''' Her once-bright red hair is now streaked with silver and pulled back in a practical braid. Age has etched lines on her face, but the sharp glint in her eyes and the broad set of her shoulders betray a woman who hasn't softened much. Scars peek out from under the sleeves of her worn leather jerkin, testaments to battles fought and won. She usually wears sturdy breeches and boots, practicality trumping fashion for this retired warrior.

'''Voice/Mannerisms:''' Alyndra's voice is a well-worn instrument, low and gravelly from years of laughter, shouting orders on the battlefield, and haggling with merchants. There's a hint of a lilt in her speech, a remnant of her younger days spent far from Dale City. She speaks with a directness that comes from years of barking commands across chaotic battlefields, but there's a warmth in her eyes that softens the edge of her words. She punctuates her speech with occasional snorts of laughter, a reminder of the boisterous fighter she once was. Alyndra has a habit of absentmindedly rubbing a calloused thumb over the hilt of the dagger she keeps strapped to her thigh, a comfort in the unfamiliar quiet of tavern life.