Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat. He carries a battered morningstar and tarnished shield as well. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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. Delebean fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Secretive, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his longsword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His silver hair is still thick. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. 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: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the west. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Tharivol grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Tharivol. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 600 gp. 3 Thunderstones. 2 Antitoxin. 3 Thunderstones.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his trident with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His red hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are amber.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is harsh and unforgiving.

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. When Horza reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc 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. He bought a trident and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Nature, Family. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His long auburn hair reaches down to his waist. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Blacksmith. 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: Money/treasure; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'5". He wears skinny pants and wears a grey and green robe with the hood down, and his gloved hand is found clutching a shortbow. He wears his red hair up. 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 dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was born into a rich family. Uthemar 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. 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 has money and likes to spend it; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Pacifist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 160 gp. Banded agate (6 gp). 1 Half-Plate.