Description: 5'10" and muscular, this northern man has a large white mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his tan robe. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Tûgog is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. After a long history of fighting, Tûgog and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'1" and dresses like a well dressed Mercenary does. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He sports a flattop hair cut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. A gifted student he started as a Healer, but he got bored and became a Mercenary. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a healer again

Flaws: Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 16000 cp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing a long, green cloak. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He is a great chef.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. After coming to the age of reason, Zephan took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature mace.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 4000 gp. Amber (150 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Sard (20 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp). Fire opal (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Gnome, and stands approximately 3'4". He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and his gloved hand is found clutching a warhammer. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 32. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. When Namfoodle reached his early adolescence his Gnome father 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Namfoodle fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 2600 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.