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 sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 6'8" and wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a axe on his belt. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 in a small mountains village. Pushkrimp liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pushkrimp fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a black coat with red slacks. She has slicked back chestnut hair. Her blue eyes peer out from beneath her wide-brimmed grey hat.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. She is very protective of her business, her home, and her spouse. She is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: The child of western immigrants she idolized her mother. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She has worked as a Assassin like her mother before her.

Motivation: She feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help; and find a way to reverse the transformation of her brother

Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 280 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This malnourished woman wears black trousers with grey and brown striped suspenders. She wears various colorful collared shirts. Her rusty crest, when down, is lengthy. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She moved from fad to fad and when she turned 15 she discovered writing. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and obtaining odd cultural half-elven artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Guardian, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 120 pp. Citrine (80 gp).