Description: He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his yellow robe. He carries with him a set of longbows on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length dark red hair. This silver eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Mormo was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and to protect his home

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Guardian, Military, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A freak accident while working with his Barkeep mother left him crippled. During his travels, Gormogord and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Gormogord discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Gormogord fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Opinionated, Professionalism. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears suspenders and blue workpants. Her shirt is grey, and she wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. Her black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. She has a dull look in her amber eyes.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. At a young age she wooed the heart of her future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. She struck the Masseuse job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Poor, In love. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears long strands of emerald and short grey dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has dyed his greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Travok took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He struck the Jeweler job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Jeweler responsibilities is difficult.

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Job, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 340 gp.