Description: He is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. He carries with him a set of clubs, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. 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. Hirrathak fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: She stands about 3'6" and dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. Her left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. Her gray eyes peer out from beneath her Stetson blue hat.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Persistence, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 60 gp. Jade (70 gp). Sard (70 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man has the majority of his body covered in plate and is in decent physical shape. His crest is cut close to his head. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 49. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Azzakh was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 160 gp. Solid gold idol (200 gp). 4 Smokesticks.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears dull tan sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed hand crossbow, just in case. His golden hair is singed and shortened. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Bilbron was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Bilbron alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge.

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Good lock.