Description: This man wears bulky black painted plate armor, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He keeps his long dark red hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Vassago grew up listening to his father's many stories. He found a children's book about a Tiefling Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He is typically in his Priest uniform. His golden hair is cut short. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Thamior lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. Thamior took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He has achieved small success as a Priest.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Priest and was forced into it by his family; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Job, Military, Family, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his top grey hat.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. 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 was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Gardener arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He took after his father in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his father taught him to defend himself. When his father died while fighting drow, the young Randal began to lead the lost caravan. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and revenge

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Lamlis lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Job, Religious. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Just what you see.