Description: He is wearing a long, brown cloak, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'4" when asserting himself. He keeps his white fur in a pixie cut. He is baby faced.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Aura was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 260 pp. Obsidian (9 gp). Chrysoberyl (50 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Obsidian (9 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Beloril 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. Beloril enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Interpreter work with an outfit from a few towns over. Interpreter work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 900 gp. A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (90 gp).

Description: This man is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized topaz on his left hand. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Nazdûg lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Nazdûg abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature pickaxe.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Rich, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears suspenders and blue workpants. His shirt is yellow, and he wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 20. 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. A true patriot, Tharivol would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Tharivol was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Soapmaker. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol 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 to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 400 gp. Violet garnet (600 gp). Jet (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item.