Description: A plain young-adult man, he very much looks the part of a Ruler. His long gold crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 330 gp.

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with yellow colored cloaks and clothing. He carries with him a set of falchions, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is braided into rings. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

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-Orc in existence. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Skog grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Orc companion (his 'brother'). Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Skog fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears professional attire. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

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. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Baern grew up listening to his father's many stories. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Cynical, Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 210 gp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a violet suit, white shirt, and black tie. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears his cinnamon fur down. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 19000 cp. Moss agate (8 gp). Silver pearl (150 gp). Malachite (8 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a yellow vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his yellow boots flare out at the collars. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He hates Gnomes with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born in a small forest village. Through the years after Fibblestib was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Fibblestib's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Gnomish people.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 2 Acid flasks. 1 Everburning torch. 1 Tanglefoot bags.