Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. He has red hair. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 100 pp. Blue quartz (13 gp). White opal (800 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a worn and beaten armor. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Ivellios was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mercenary. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 6 years.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 5000 gp. Eye agate (5 gp). Sard (20 gp). Eye agate (5 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Tourmaline (150 gp). Black opal (500 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). Deep green spinel (150 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Rich purple corundum (500 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Chrysoberyl (150 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a violet shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He hates gnolls. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is a great chef.

History: He was born in a small desert village. After coming to the age of reason, Rolen took it upon himself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and many gnolls want him driven away

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.