Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. 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 believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of orcs 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.

Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 400 pp. Alexandrite (200 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a black wide-brimmed hat and black clothes. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the east. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He struck the Farmer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and expand his business

Flaws: Racist, Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 4000 gp. Chrysoprase (60 gp). Chrysoberyl (120 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Pink pearl (120 gp). Tourmaline (120 gp). Black opal (700 gp). Azurite (9 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Jade (120 gp). White opal (700 gp).

Description: A 5'2" southern man, he tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. This blue eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

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. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Berrian was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.