Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He dresses like a well dressed Mercenary does. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born in the north to a Mercenary, Fibblestib learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mercenary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mercenary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mercenary.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. With bright brown hair and a scraggly beard. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He hates Dwarves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. A gifted student he started as a Laborer, but he got bored and became a Shepherd. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature, Job, Religious. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 390 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His white crest is unkempt and raggedy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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: Tarhun was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Armorer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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. Tarhun fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 12000 sp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull white iron scale mail. His gray fur is unkempt and raggedy. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Fortune-teller hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 2300 gp. Tourmaline (40 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 4'2", this man wears blue trousers with pastel and brown striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. This blue eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Fallond was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His parents enrolled him in a Rogue school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1200 sp. Rhodochrosite (4 gp). White pearl (160 gp).