Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft violet waves gently in the breeze. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and money/treasure

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1500 sp. Red spinel (160 gp). 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Banded mail. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He has white eyes and a black hat with a tan feather.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Morthos embodies much of what other species detest in the Tieflings. A true patriot, Morthos would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. 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. Morthos took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 800 gp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (30 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1200 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (60 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (60 gp).

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Through the years after Gerald was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Gerald's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 3'4" and muscular, this southern woman wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her scythe with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her red hair is well kept. Her blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Slave Trader. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: A powerful necromancer made her what she is. She was an apprentice working in her mother's forge. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Buckler. 1 Half-Plate.