Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, and he perpetually has his sword ready. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Megged fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat. His scarlet crest is lengthy. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Hirrathak hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, illithids burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying north to reunite his family. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Hirrathak was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His cinnamon fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. His yellow eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Left-Handed fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Forgetful, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. His tied-back hair is blonde. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 4000 sp.