Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a yellow suit, green shirt, and tan tie. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Born to a Ruler, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Ahvain grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Ahvain. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he wants revenge against drow

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1900 gp.

Description: 5'5" and muscular, this northern man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His ears are large.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His blonde hair is long and unkept. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Mindartis was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Body Guard work with an outfit from a few towns over. Body Guard work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has worked as a Body Guard like his father before him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Impulsive. Bonds: In love, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 90 pp. Brown-green garnet (40 gp). Jade (40 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). 1 Good lock. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a yellow shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and green pants. He has white hair. This gray eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

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 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: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Fivin took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Caeldrim hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. A freak accident while working with his Ploughman father left him crippled. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.