Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He dresses in violet turtlenecks beneath a green coat with black slacks. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. 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. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Pacifist, Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears baggy green pantaloons and a brown scarf. His bronze crest is thinning but still full. His red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. After coming to the age of reason, Donaar took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he's in love

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 8000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Gold and ruby ring (12000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (170 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (170 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1500 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Jeweled gold crown (7000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1500 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. 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 to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Riardon abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature monstrous two handed axe.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'2". She wears just a green suit, and her gloved hand is found clutching a flail. She wears her white crest up. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Driindar wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Expert, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Driindar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up flail and armor she uses now. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 900 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.