Description: A 4'8" southern man, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Layabout but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. 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: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Pacifist, Persistence, Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Peridot (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man is wearing a long, pastel cloak and is in decent physical shape. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. After a long history of fighting, Aerdeth and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To be a Priest again; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1300 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (40 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (60 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Nim was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is dressed in earthy colors with a violet and brown handkerchief worn on his right side. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. He is baby faced.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born into a rich family. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Priest. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Rich, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His black hair is greasy and uncared for. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 75. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. During his travels, Dreali and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Dreali discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Dreali fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a mayor again

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Job. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 2600 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (140 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (3000 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.