Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His chestnut hair is singed and shortened. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his 17th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is cut close to his head. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. In his youth he was a Marshal, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He struck the Carpenter job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a marshal again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He wears his black hair down. He is baby faced.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, gnolls burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the west, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying west to reunite his family. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Enemies, Debt. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is dressed in an above average manner. He has dyed his greying red crest a little too much giving a sharp red color. His gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He took after his father in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his father taught him to defend himself. When his father died while fighting gnolls, the young Gargax began to lead the lost caravan. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Enemies, Criminal record. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 300 gp. Malachite (13 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1000 gp). Azurite (13 gp). 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Spyglass.

Description: He stands about 5'0" and wears baggy brown pantaloons and a black scarf. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is long and white with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. 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 is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. 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: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 600 sp.