Description: He wears bulky white painted plate armor. He carries a battered lance and tarnished rapier as well. His hair is short and blonde. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Secretive, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His tied-back hair is golden. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Thamior's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: Thamior lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 3000 gp. A delicate brass dragon egg (100 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (140 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He carries with him a set of morningstars, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Berrian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2000 gp. Eye agate (4 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1300 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp).