Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, and carries shortbows. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. In his youth he was a Mayor, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He saw the violence of war and the aftermath so he converted to religion and dedicated himself to non-violence.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1900 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants, and he perpetually has his monstrous two handed axe ready. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Being a Crown-heir kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1400 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a fancy green suit. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Thamior has worked very hard to control his curse. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Brewer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull blue iron scale mail. He carries with him a set of shields, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a very tight haircut. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and doesn't want to be a shepherd and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Family. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 11000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his warhammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: Erdan is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. 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 born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. A freak accident while working with his Miller mother left him crippled. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erdan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 100 gp.