Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor. His head has been shaved. He has green eyes and a brown hat with a black feather.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Tharivol 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1500 sp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his ceremonial dagger. He wears a colorful flower in his black hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Abad was born with his father's beautiful face. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. During his travels, Abad and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Abad discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Abad fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized yellow coat. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears green trousers with white and pastel striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has green eyes and a green hat with a white feather.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with dancing. He constantly tries to fill his life with dancing. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a club, but if one is not available he will default to his shield. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Architect. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in the east to a Architect, Fulbar learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Sculptor, but he got bored and became a Architect. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 700 gp.