Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Varis lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Silver ewer (80 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his longsword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt and is in decent physical shape. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. The war was a terrible time for him, and Paelias does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 2000 sp. Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Silver pearl (130 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. His ears are large.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. In his 13th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Riardon alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has shaved his head bald. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. 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. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His brown hair is heavily combed to the left. This amber eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. After a long history of fighting, Rolen and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Farmer

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

Possessions: 300 gp. Hematite (11 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). Red garnet (50 gp). Eye agate (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.