Description: He is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. He carries with him a set of whips, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has shaved his head bald. He has amber eyes and a blue hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 south. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gormogord fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Priest and was forced into it by his family; and halfling compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Addict, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 80 pp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears tattered old clothes. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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 is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the north were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to dwarven people

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears baggy blue pantaloons and a black scarf. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Pirithin was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Pirithin has worked very hard to control his curse. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Pirithin was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and many giants want him driven away

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 2000 gp. Violet garnet (1400 gp). Freshwater pearl (9 gp). Rich purple corundum (1100 gp). Chalcedony (30 gp). Red-brown spinel (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He likes to wear white tank tops with brown pants. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: The child of a Butcher, who enjoyed hunting, Aramil was taken on many hunting expeditions. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aramil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He takes great joy in being the best Barber in town.

History: He was born in the west. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Gnomes became a terror of the countryside. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Barber

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 290 gp.