Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He carries with him a set of scimitars on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His ears are large.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Jet (130 gp). Tourmaline (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 6'5" and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His gold crest is greasy and uncared for. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Hirrathak is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Hirrathak was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Paladin, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Paladin in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 3100 gp.

Description: He is wearing a tight green one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His black eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature longbow.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Namfoodle was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 70 gp. Red-brown spinel (40 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.