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 wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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 frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Travok reached his early adolescence his Dwarf 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. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Military, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his bastard sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His blonde hair is still thick. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: He is greedy; and a deep hatred of gnolls

Flaws: Depressed, Insomniac, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears yellow painted combat armor at almost all times. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. Thervan was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Marshal. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 600 gp. Emerald (900 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He sports a long auburn beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is content; and doesn't want to be a bellfounder and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.