Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light green in addition to tight pants. He has white crest. His gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the south. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nadarr fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Nature. Occupation: Miner

Voice: French accent

Possessions: Violet garnet (200 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Halfling, and stands approximately 3'1". He wears skinny pants and wears a white and grey robe with the hood down, and his gloved hand is found clutching a hammer. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. 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 is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 2'11" when asserting himself. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Ortegar was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Ortegar's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a green shirt with thin white vertical stripes and grey pants. His copper crest is singed and shortened. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born in the north. Kriv was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Shepherd. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 300 sp.