Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He is portly but not overly obese. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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 giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Theren fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Ugly. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: 4'11" and muscular, this southern man is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with his Mayor mother left him crippled. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 300 pp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a hammer on his belt. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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. Naeris 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp).