Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Orcs. His skin is light but he possesses many yellow ritualistic tattoos. He wears skinny pants and wears a green and yellow robe with the hood down. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Folgûm was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He bought a lance and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Addict, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 400 gp. Star ruby (1200 gp).

Description: He wears tan painted combat armor at almost all times. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly quarterstaffs and shortbows. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Thoradin was born with his father's beautiful face. 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. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Flaws: Depressed, Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record, Attractive. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He usually wears his violet robe and has his ceremonial dagger always slung over his shoulder. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 north. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Rich. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1200 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a grey collared shirt and red pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born to a Ploughman, his father struggled to pay the bills. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. 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: Wants to work out more often; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 70 gp.