Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his rapier with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Raer 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; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Opinionated, Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 3000 gp. Deep green spinel (40 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). Obsidian (12 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Eye agate (12 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: Theriatis speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Theriatis took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and money/treasure

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: Rhodochrosite (15 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has shaved his head bald. He is baby faced.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Berrian does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Flaws: Mundane, Depressed, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Military, Attractive. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 2000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (2400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Silver ewer (20 gp). 1 Medium magic item.