Description: He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He keeps his long black hair kept up in a rat tail. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Gifted from a young age, Uthemar studied abroad. Through the years after Uthemar was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Uthemar's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greatsword.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 5'4" and muscular, this eastern man wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 3000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (1500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He is physically well-built. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Riardon lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Carter. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Rich, Family, Job, Debt. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 4000 gp. Deep green spinel (160 gp). Rich purple corundum (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.