Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing red cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. In his 20th 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. After a long history of fighting, Henry and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Bricklayer

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

Possessions: 1800 sp. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: He wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. He carries with him a set of hammers, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. 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 is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Ernest lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Family. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Everburning torch. 4 Tanglefoot bags. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Joker, Fighting, Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He very much looks the part of a Scribe. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Scribe work with an outfit from a few towns over. Scribe work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He struck the Scribe job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is greedy

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He dresses in red turtlenecks beneath a pastel coat with black slacks. He is portly but not overly obese. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Everard was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Religious, Military, Attractive. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Banded mail.