Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He hates goblins. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of goblins once and for all.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a goblins raid, leaving Aramil alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aramil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 2000 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (40 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Ruler born in the past three hundred years. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 300 pp. Hematite (16 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). White pearl (70 gp). Peridot (50 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His brown hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Disease. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 300 pp. Chrysoprase (30 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Amber (150 gp). Black pearl (500 gp).