Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep green leather and dull tan iron scale mail. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Tharivol alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol 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 someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 100 pp. A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). Solid gold idol (200 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 wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. He has no hair. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his broad white hat.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Mindartis lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Mortician they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Adventurer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Family. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He likes to wear violet tank tops with tan pants, and he perpetually has his spear ready. His hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Thamior was born with his mother's beautiful face. At a young age his mother died while driving off some brigands. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in spear use. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 100 pp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1700 gp). Jeweled gold crown (5000 gp).