Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. He sports a flattop hair cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. 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: Born to a Stylist, his father struggled to pay the bills. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Skog took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up morningstar and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Poor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born in the west. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dwarven conditions. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Travok was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears professional attire. He is an epitome of beauty. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

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 would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born in the north. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants revenge against brigands; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Cynical, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 40 gp. Moss agate (9 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair is chestnut and curly. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. The war was a terrible time for him, and Eberk does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 190 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.