Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a tight fitting tan shirt and pants. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Naeris took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. 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. Naeris fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 160 gp. Red spinel (70 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has dyed his greying brown fur a little too much giving a sharp brown color. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in the south to a Hunter, Art learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Art has worked very hard to control his curse. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Hunter.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: She wears a green shirt with thin violet vertical stripes and grey pants. She keeps her red hair in a pixie cut. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes goblins are coming to abduct people. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Weaver arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Being born in the west, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the west for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way north. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and she desires to right it.

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 20 gp. Chrysoprase (20 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing red cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze and is in decent physical shape. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Vlorn grew up listening to his mother's many stories. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 5000 cp.