Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears white trousers with brown and red striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His black hair is braided into rings. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Henk isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Orc unity. 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: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the south. In his 14th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1700 sp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He is a mite stocky and has the majority of his body covered in plate. His silver hair is still thick. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with dancing. He constantly tries to fill his life with dancing. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: Her right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around her neck, and a flail on her belt. She has no hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Weaver hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Adrie fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and half-elven compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 80 gp. Red garnet (50 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull green iron scale mail. He sports a flattop hair cut. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

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 is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the north were limited. During his travels, Nalral and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Nalral discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Nalral fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Forgetful, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. She has done her best to style her red hair to look like a famous performer. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister; and to unite with her sister

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Sensitive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Minor magic item.