Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He carries a battered crossbow and tarnished hammer as well. His red hair is knotted and matted. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Vanuath took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. 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.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, black shirt, and pastel tie. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears his brown hair down. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Elven artifacts is his passion; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1000 gp. Red spinel (110 gp). Coral (110 gp). Jade (110 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). Malachite (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a warhammer on his belt. His clothes are grease stained in places. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. Balimaar was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Mercenary. 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. Balimaar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears a colorful flower in his white hair. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Morgran was born with his father's beautiful face. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and balancing his hectic life and new barkeep responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He keeps his auburn hair in a pixie cut. This hazel eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, giants burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the west, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying west to reunite his family. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 210 pp.