Description: This exceptionally lanky man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull blue iron scale mail. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. 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. When Drogo 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 got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Human compassion; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Racist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a warhammer, but if one is not available he will default to his halberd, and carries halberds. His red hair is singed and shortened. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his 19th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. 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. Gunter 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 400 gp. Brown-green garnet (90 gp). Jet (90 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp).

Description: He wears a fancy grey suit. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Rolf hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Rolf is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Sailor business at a young age. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to be a priest again

Ideals: Artistic, Justice, Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 600 gp. Violet garnet (700 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). 1 Spyglass. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Spyglass. 1 Average lock.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man prefers to wear flannel. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature monstrous two handed axe.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Black pearl (500 gp).

Description: This man is very fat, and wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His hair is cut close to his head. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Wymar was born on a far southern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Dilettante. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Wymar was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 12000 cp. Moss agate (7 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp).