Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He usually wears his tan robe and has his warhammer always slung over his shoulder, marred by beers. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Religious, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears long strands of sapphire and short red dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He is portly but not overly obese. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: Malmûg is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. Malmûg enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Depressed, Hedonist, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 6000 sp. Star ruby (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy brown stubble. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a hunchback. He has brown hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Zook was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. 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. Zook fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Military. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: An older man who wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a crossbow on his belt, he is not a threatening figure. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. He is baby faced.

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

History: Rangrim was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. 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: He loathes his own lifestyle; and dwarven compassion

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed, Racist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. A true patriot, Darrow would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born in the west. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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. Darrow fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants revenge against goblins

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 800 pp. Iolite (30 gp).