Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Thervan wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Wizard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 99. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of gnolls once and for all.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Insane, PTSD. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 3000 gp. Carnelian (30 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy black stubble. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants. He has a hunchback. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Painter and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Rich. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 200 pp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (50 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (4000 gp).