Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light white in addition to tight pants. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Dragonborn culture. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Torinn was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and a strong sense of loyalty to dragonborn people

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Hedonist. Bonds: Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 10000 sp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a green collared shirt and violet pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. When Ernest reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and a wedding ring on his left hand. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are white.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. A true patriot, Purson would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Purson was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Purson never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Military, Poor. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down, and he perpetually has his nunchaku ready. His hair is long and golden with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pirithin 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 900 gp.