Description: This late middle aged man has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe and is in decent physical shape. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Thradal embodies much of what other species detest in the Dwarves. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thradal is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His childhood dream was to be a Shepherd, but he was a colossal failure. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 280 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down, and he perpetually has his glaive ready. His yellow fur is lengthy. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Three wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Barkeep but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Three was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Three's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Pacifist. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 130 pp. Iolite (20 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Fire opal (1100 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp). Emerald (1100 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Moss agate (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a yellow coat, and carries greataxes. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Priest profession.

History: He is a Lamia in disguise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Galinndan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greataxe and armor he uses now. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Religious, Job, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 70 gp.

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. His hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Efferil's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. 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 comes from a rich eastern family. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 200 gp.