Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his glaive with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries with him a set of glaives on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His head has been shaved. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes gnolls are coming to abduct people. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of gnolls may trigger it at times.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Prâk fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Many gnolls want him driven away; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. His hair is long and red with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Harbek was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence, Philantrophist. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Server

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He keeps his gray fur in a pixie cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1300 sp.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 3'0" and is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Curran does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born to a Roofer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When Curran reached his early adolescence his Halfling mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He struck the Mercenary job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a roofer again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Poor, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Half-Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. After coming to the age of reason, Roland took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Roland fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Tabaxi compassion.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Racist, Selfish. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 160 pp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.