Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He carries with him a set of hand crossbows, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born to a Mortician, his mother struggled to pay the bills. 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 brigands 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 800 sp. Moss agate (5 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are gray.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of gnolls once and for all.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Cory's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He bought a kukri and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he has a crush on the local banker

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Slave, Has a crush, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. He carries a battered greataxe and tarnished warhammer as well. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. 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. Shane 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; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Buckler. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: This man usually wears his yellow robe and has his mace always slung over his shoulder, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Tim isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Tim reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Red spinel (160 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.