Description: This southern man wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His clothes are grease stained in places. He has shaved his head bald. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Mindartis speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Mindartis was born with his mother's beautiful face. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sculptor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 300 pp. Sardonyx (60 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). Hematite (5 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Banded agate (5 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Jet (100 gp). Freshwater pearl (5 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: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dayereth 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 he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Lazy. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 30000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He prefers to wear flannel. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. 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 on a small isolated farm. A freak accident while working with his Blacksmith mother left him crippled. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Marshal for the past few years.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Impulsive, Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1000 gp. A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (30 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item.