Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. 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. Namfoodle fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 3000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 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 is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair is long and golden with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. He is baby faced.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Eiravel was born the youngest of three triplets. 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 south. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers.

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: White opal (800 gp). Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. His crest, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. 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 witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born to a Tanner, his father struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Armorer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Joker, Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1800 gp. Deep green spinel (160 gp). Hematite (15 gp). Deep green spinel (160 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants. His white hair is thinning but still full. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. During his travels, Bulzo and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Bulzo discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Bulzo fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Hedonist, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 280 gp.