Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a warhammer on his belt. His golden hair is heavily combed to the left. This blue eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. A true patriot, Dûsh would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born in the west. When Dûsh reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc 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 brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dûsh fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 900 gp. Fire opal (600 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Carnelian (30 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple blue robe with white stripes complete with hood. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Addict, Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dwarf, and stands approximately 4'0". He wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bastard sword. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. 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: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Through the years after Tordek was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Tordek's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Banded mail.

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 a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He uses divination through singing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Rivaan liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 150 pp.