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. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He hates Dwarves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. 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. Travok fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Tiefling compassion; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 100 pp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Habor grew up listening to his father's many stories. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 50000 cp. Chrysoberyl (130 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). Malachite (9 gp). Rich purple corundum (700 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp).

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with grey colored cloaks and clothing. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

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. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Ruler. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tiefling artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His black hair is braided into rings. He has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. During his travels, Anverth and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Anverth discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Anverth fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.