Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he prefers to wear blue clothing when he does not wear armor. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His eyes are likewise black. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Vassago 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Vassago fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature, Family. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 3000 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.

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a pastel suit, grey shirt, and brown tie. His black hair is thinning but still full. His black eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and to reunite with his absent father

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Family, Mentor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 7000 sp. White pearl (160 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Jade (160 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 6'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He typically wears white cloth garments or leather armor. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Qemuel was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and he wants revenge against orcs

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light yellow in addition to tight pants. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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 submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born in the east. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with yellow lining and desert motifs. His white hair is long and unkept. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady white eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in the east to a Stylist, Forcas learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Forcas 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 400 gp.