Description: He stands about 4'10" and wears a white armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His head has been shaved. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Galinndan abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature halberd.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 1400 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1900 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (120 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he prefers to wear blue pants and tee shirts. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Ahvain wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... The war was a terrible time for him, and Ahvain does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: The child of a Crown-heir, who enjoyed hunting, Ahvain was taken on many hunting expeditions. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 12000 sp.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Gifted from a young age, Theriatis studied abroad. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Priest. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1100 gp. Amber (130 gp). Malachite (12 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Zircon (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the right. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has worked as a Carter like his mother before him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. 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 raised in a desert tribe. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naill fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 5000 sp.