Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Riardon was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 3100 sp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with pastel lining and desert motifs. He keeps his gray fur in a flapper bob. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Religious. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 340 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. The war was a terrible time for him, and Don does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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. Don fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 50 gp. Red-brown spinel (80 gp). 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: A 5'4" eastern woman, she wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Her hair is long and black with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small blue clips. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. 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, Ahinar is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Heir to a fortune, her parents put a great deal of effort into curing her disease. Through the years after Ahinar was born, her father became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Ahinar's father didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 7000 cp. Peridot (40 gp).