Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is renowned for his bright pastel suits and hats. His golden hair is knotted and matted. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears just a red suit. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and money/treasure

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 3000 gp. Sard (70 gp). Golden pearl (140 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp). Jade (140 gp). Azurite (14 gp). Lapis lazuli (14 gp). Lapis lazuli (14 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). Clear bright green emerald (4000 gp). Coral (140 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and green handkerchief worn on his left side. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Aust grew up listening to his father's many stories. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Revenge; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 2000 gp. Red spinel (120 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Freshwater pearl (6 gp). Fire opal (700 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp). 1 Medium magic item.