Description: He wears bulky red painted plate armor. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His long white crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gold eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a gnolls raid, leaving Quarethon alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Quarethon was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: Many gnolls want him driven away; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Passionate, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He has a large white mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. During his travels, Aldous and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Aldous discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Aldous fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His hair is golden, silky, and of moderate length. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Justin was born with his mother's beautiful face. One day when Justin was young, his mother was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his mother dropped to the ground dead. His mother had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Justin was heart-stricken from the event, and his father started working long hours to provde for them. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 60 pp. Tourmaline (80 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). Sard (20 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Citrine (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man usually wears his green robe and has his scimitar always slung over his shoulder. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He wears an eyepatch.

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. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Nuraval was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. A freak accident while working with his Carpenter mother left him crippled. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Professionalism, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Disease. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.