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. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Skoth 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, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He very much looks the part of a Sage. His red crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His childhood dream was to be a Blacksmith, but he was a colossal failure. He has worked as a Sage like his mother before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease, Depressed. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1900 gp. Gold music box (1000 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants, and carries hammers. He has chestnut hair. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Nuraval took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Aquamarine (1400 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). Red-brown spinel (150 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp). Jet (150 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 tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Himo was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He worked as a nervous Body Guard and found it very stressful. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Racist, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Mentor, In love. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 200 gp. Peridot (40 gp).