Description: He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. He carries with him a set of glaives, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has golden hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born to a Laborer, his father struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Apothecary hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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. Karash fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 200 gp. Onyx (20 gp). Black star sapphire (900 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a ceremonial dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his axe. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Sculptor but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Philantrophist, Pacifist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Smoky quartz (80 gp). Red spinel (160 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His brown hair is cut short. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a worn and beaten armor. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. The war was a terrible time for him, and Thradal does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 600 gp.