Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, marred by beers. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 93. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Raer hails from a village terrorized by giants. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and many giants want him driven away

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 3000 gp. Obsidian (4 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Rich purple corundum (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has wavy brass crest. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his red eyes.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mercenary arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Opinionated, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This light-skinned male prefers to wear violet clothing when he does not wear armor. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He struck the Server job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and balancing his hectic life and new server responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Shy, Selfish, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Buckler. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears tattered old clothes. He has shaved his head bald. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2600 sp. 2 Thunderstones. 3 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants. He carries with him a set of halberds, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. Erias enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Erias was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Hedonist, PTSD. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 170 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.