Description: This man is very fat, and usually wears his grey robe and has his flail always slung over his shoulder. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. 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 Blacksmith first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He tends to his Blacksmith job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 170 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: With blue face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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 was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and revenge

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Rose (60 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp). Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Tourmaline (50 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a worn and beaten armor. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes giants are coming to abduct people. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Vanuath was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 320 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a longsword, but if one is not available he will default to his shortspear. He has dyed his greying dark red hair a little too much giving a sharp dark red color. His gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mormo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 1400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, he is not a threatening figure. His fur is yellow and very short. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He's in love.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 320 gp. 1 Half-Plate.