Description: He has a missing left leg. He has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

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. When Whurbin reached his early adolescence his Dwarf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Persistence. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 380 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is dressed in earthy colors with a red and black handkerchief worn on his left side. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Elf in existence. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He got into the Healer business at a young age. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Healer for the past few years.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Healer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He carries a battered quarterstaff and tarnished bow as well. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. 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: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears bulky black painted plate armor. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are likewise white.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Engraver. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and expand his business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Slave, Job, Poor. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 330 gp.

Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright blue and pastel, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'7" when asserting himself. He has no hair. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Thamior was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 3000 sp. White pearl (150 gp). Obsidian (5 gp). Coral (150 gp).