Description: He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is tan, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. He carries with him a set of pickaxes on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Tarhun took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tarhun fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His white hair is braided into rings. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. Being a Actor kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Debt. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He prefers to wear flannel. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His gray fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: Quick was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. He has achieved small success as a Guard.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants revenge against drow

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Debt, Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 4000 cp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp).

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He carries a battered warhammer and tarnished rapier as well. He wears his white crest down. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his poetry with anyone who is interested.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Bharash fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Knight and was forced into it by his family; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Artistic. Bonds: Family, Religious. Occupation: Knight

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 150 gp.