Description: This late middle aged man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest and is in decent physical shape. He wears his golden hair down. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Rûg was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. After a long history of fighting, Rûg and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Criminal record, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 9000 sp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has auburn hair. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Dean is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Miner arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears suspenders and white workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy white leather apron most of the time. He carries with him a set of scimitars, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He sports a flattop hair cut. His black eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, 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. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Selfish, Forgetful, Insane. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: 4'9" and muscular, this eastern man wears dark leathers with embroidery. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. The war was a terrible time for him, and Efferil does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Efferil took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 700 pp. White pearl (120 gp). Jet (120 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). Banded agate (8 gp).