Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a crossbow on his belt. His white hair is singed and shortened. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Theriatis 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: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 4000 gp. Tourmaline (130 gp). Sard (70 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Red spinel (130 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Star rose quartz (70 gp). Freshwater pearl (9 gp). Obsidian (9 gp). Brown diamond (2000 gp). Golden pearl (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses in blue turtlenecks beneath a green coat with white slacks. His golden hair is long and unkept. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Map Maker. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born in the north to a Map Maker, Korfel learned a great deal about his father'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 Map Maker. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rock crystal (20 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Emerald (1200 gp). Onyx (20 gp). Deep green spinel (150 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 5'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He usually wears his yellow robe and has his dagger always slung over his shoulder. His hair is short and chestnut. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. A true patriot, Berrian would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Berrian liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 200 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.