Description: 6'6" and muscular, this southern man is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and pastel handkerchief worn on his right side. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His black eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tiefling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tiefling doctor. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Herbalist but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Taklinn was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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 has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist, Pacifist, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to be a marshal again

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Rich, Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: He wears baggy tan pantaloons and a grey scarf. He is physically well-built. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He uses divination through singing.

History: Justin hails from a village terrorized by giants. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'6" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His long brass crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 5000 sp. Obsidian (4 gp).