Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down, marred by beers. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Reirak was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Bard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Bard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. After a long history of fighting, Balimaar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Iolite (30 gp). Azurite (4 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Halflings. His skin is dark but he possesses many pastel ritualistic tattoos. He wears an entirely yellow suit with pastel socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Bundrigo liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away.

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Military, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Full Plate.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with feathered hat. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Gifted from a young age, Tharivol studied abroad. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Elven companion (his 'brother'). He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Opinionated, Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his bastard sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. He has done his best to style his black crest to look like a famous performer. His red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 800 sp. 2 Smokesticks.