Description: He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his sickle, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'9" when asserting himself. His hair is chestnut and very short. He is baby faced.

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 has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Ahvain 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 illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1000 gp. Azurite (6 gp). Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Aquamarine (400 gp). Zircon (40 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). Star rose quartz (70 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Brown-green garnet (50 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp).

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat, and he perpetually has his rapier ready. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 77. 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 has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. 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. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 3000 gp. Solid gold idol (200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1200 gp).