Description: With white face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Joker, Professionalism. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: High pitched and raspy

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

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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. Riardon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Shy. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 4000 gp. Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Malachite (15 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp). Azurite (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants, and is pretty ugly. His hair is long and white with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Aelar is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. At some point he was captured by dire rats and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He wants revenge against dire rats.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Blue star sapphire (700 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Sard (70 gp). Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Jacinth (5000 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). Citrine (70 gp).