Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a falchion on his belt. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His white unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Astar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. 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. Astar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Selfish. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is long and brown with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 50. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Ulblyn enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Ulblyn was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Monk, 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 Monk in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Halfling companion (his 'brother'). Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 130 gp. Moss agate (4 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Chrysoberyl (140 gp). 1 Average lock.

Description: This late middle aged man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light grey in addition to tight pants and is in decent physical shape. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born to a Interpreter, his father struggled to pay the bills. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Detective. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Detective for hire.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Insomniac, Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized red coat, and he perpetually has his falchion ready. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing music.

History: He was born in the east. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered music. 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. Naal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 700 sp.