Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull green iron scale mail. His blonde hair is cut short. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortspear.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 2000 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (70 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1200 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (70 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Thamior alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it; and he wants revenge against orcs

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 900 pp. Old masterpiece painting (500 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (30 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a blue shirt, with a red mid length shorts with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Dilettante born in the past three hundred years. The war was a terrible time for him, and Thervan does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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 also a talented Bather, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 29000 sp. Bloodstone (40 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Jet (50 gp). Black pearl (500 gp).