Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His white hair is lengthy. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Barkeep born in the past three hundred years. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 7 years.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp).

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his falchion with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries with him a set of falchions on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Harbek fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 370 gp. Malachite (11 gp).

Description: He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his grey robe, and carries hammers. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he prefers to wear flannel, and is pretty ugly. He has silver hair. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Torz took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He bought a scythe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 500 sp.