Description: He wears a black shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and tan pants. He is portly but not overly obese. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the west were limited. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Climber’s kit. 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He carries with him a set of glaives, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Tûgog isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Orc unity. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Glassblower. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Extrovert, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'0". He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and blue handkerchief worn on his right side, and his gloved hand is found clutching a hand crossbow. He has wavy blonde hair. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving 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 is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Star rose quartz (30 gp). Brown-green garnet (110 gp).

Description: This younger middle-aged man is wearing a long, tan cloak, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His hair is red and curly. His green eyes peer out from beneath his broad tan hat.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new hunter responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: In love, Rich, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 200 gp.