Description: He likes to wear black tank tops with pastel pants, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'3" when asserting himself. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. His ears are large.

Personality: This man loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Therai 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 bought a hammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Hematite (8 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). Silver pearl (90 gp). Amber (90 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Emerald (800 gp). Black opal (800 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a pastel armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 700 pp. Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2000 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2000 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 a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has moderate length brown hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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 illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Warryn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 3000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (60 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (60 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His white crest 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 red eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Nykkan was raised in a hard working conservative environment. 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 Crown-heir. 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: Balancing his hectic life and new Crown-heir responsibilities is difficult; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: 3'3" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears dull pastel sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed greatsword, just in case. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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 Halfling in existence. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Nelkin lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.