Description: This man wears a simple tan robe with blue stripes complete with hood. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. Tharivol was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. He bought a bow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is content

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 15000 cp.

Description: He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple yellow line shooting up and back down. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His red hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He got into the Miller business at a young age. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has worked as a Miller like his mother before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 42000 sp. 3 Holy water. 3 Holy water.

Description: He wears bulky tan painted plate armor, and he perpetually has his glaive ready. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Eberdeb wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Wizard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing music.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. Now he works as a music tutor during his time off.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Slave Trader. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

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. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To be a Blacksmith again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Solid gold idol (1000 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has wavy blonde 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 curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Arannis was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Arannis was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Fortune-teller. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 160 gp.