Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a pastel coat. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

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. William took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. William was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Clerebold 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 left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Sardonyx (50 gp). Fire opal (400 gp). Red-brown spinel (160 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He is portly but not overly obese. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker red hat.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To protect his home.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This western man wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Rolf wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. Rolf was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Junk Dealer. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 600 gp. Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Moss agate (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with pastel colored cloaks and clothing. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. 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 was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 900 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.