Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a falchion, but if one is not available he will default to his monstrous two handed axe. His black fur is lengthy. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

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, Shivering would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When Shivering reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi father 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. During his travels, Shivering and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Shivering discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Shivering fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 20 pp. Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Obsidian (14 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He sports a long chestnut 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 is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born in the west to a Spice Merchant, Mormog learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. He has worked as a Spice Merchant like his mother before him.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, PTSD, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: This eastern man wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has a very tight haircut. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 320 gp.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, and he perpetually has his pickaxe ready. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His black eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tiefling companion (his 'brother'). He has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Varis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Joker, Fighting, Logical. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.