Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His hair is brown and curly. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. Tharivol enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. He bought a bow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1000 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 wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His red hair is cut short. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Guardian, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

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

Description: He wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants, and carries nunchakus. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Military. Occupation: Server

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He carries with him a set of morningstars, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has achieved small success as a Mercenary.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Poor, In love. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1600 gp. Amethyst (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'1" and wears a worn and beaten armor. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His golden hair is greasy and uncared for. This amber eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Suhnae was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and a deep hatred of orcs

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1600 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1500 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (130 gp).