Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Healer born in the past three hundred years. 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: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Healer.

Motivation: To be a Marshal again; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a simple black robe with green stripes complete with hood. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Tharivol lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His hair is short and white. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Aerdeth took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to protect his home

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 2000 gp. Malachite (9 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Star rose quartz (70 gp).