Description: A 6'1" northern man, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His gold crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Gargax wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Warlock, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When Gargax reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Mentor, Military. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He carries with him a set of halberds, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He found a children's book about a Dwarf Warrior 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 now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Guardian. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'5" and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his club with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Ivellios was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ivellios fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Optimist, Joker, Fighting. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (30 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (400 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (400 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (400 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and he perpetually has his ceremonial dagger ready. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. A true patriot, Forcas would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Forcas fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 10000 sp.