Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He prefers to wear flannel. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Shepherd born in the past three hundred years. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Rimple abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 300 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (70 gp).

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a pickaxe on his belt. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has styled his chestnut hair well, parting it to the right. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1000 gp. Violet garnet (400 gp). Azurite (11 gp). Coral (70 gp). Silver pearl (70 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sickle with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Folgûm isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Orc unity. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Folgûm was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He became a Barkeep soon after.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job, Attractive. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Freshwater pearl (8 gp). White opal (600 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp).

Description: With brown face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Adrik speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. Adrik 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 has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length rusty crest. 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 hates Dragonborns with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 4000 cp.