Description: This light-skinned male likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His ears are large.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes illithids are coming to abduct people. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. At a young age his father died while driving off some illithids. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in bastard sword use. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: 4'7" and muscular, this western man wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. 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 trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born in the west to a Sage, Thamior learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Sage. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Sage.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 3000 gp. Zircon (70 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Black pearl (300 gp). Obsidian (7 gp). Rhodochrosite (7 gp). Rich purple corundum (1300 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Citrine (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a black vest and prefers grey and white shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 38. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of goblins once and for all.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Slave. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 16000 sp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (800 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (170 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (170 gp).