Description: This exceptionally lanky man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze. His black crest is smooth and relatively long. His skin is flawless and his red eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dragonborn companion (his 'brother'). During his travels, Tarhun and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Tarhun discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Tarhun fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Lazy. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 400 gp. Carnelian (20 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). Moss agate (14 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a black cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. He wears a colorful flower in his gray fur. His copper eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His martial abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Mundane, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: Standing 6'4", this man likes to wear grey tank tops with green pants. His bronze crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His half smiles and gold eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Nadarr is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Nadarr was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and revenge

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Server

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 10 pp.