Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. Resh liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 8000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She wears her golden hair down. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, she was no stranger to responsibility. She has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. 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. Thodris fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: Her right side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She wears dull violet sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed greataxe, just in case. Her long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Oriel is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Shepherd arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She helped her father out around the business and became quite the natural. She has achieved small success as a Shepherd.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and she is greedy

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on his right hand. He keeps his black crest in a pixie cut. His eyes are red and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. The war was a terrible time for him, and Kiirith does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dragonborns became a terror of the countryside. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.