Description: He wears a white collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He carries with him a set of daggers on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Oblar grew up listening to his father's many stories. Oblar 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 dagger.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to be a marshal again

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Beloril reached his early adolescence his Dwarf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 600 sp. Citrine (40 gp).

Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she wears a grey shirt with thin white vertical stripes and black pants. With wild brown hair. Her eyes are likewise green.

Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: She is greedy; and money/treasure

Flaws: Antagonistic, Addict. Bonds: Nature, Family, Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Bellfounder. Her white fur is still thick. Her fierce copper eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. She is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: Leaf hails from a village terrorized by orcs. Her family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. She saw this and took pride in her mother's willingness to do anything to win. She eventually got the idea of being the protector of her homeland from reading books, and has made it her duty.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Halfling people; and she wants revenge against orcs

Flaws: Terse, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Enemies, Guardian. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Just what you see.