Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, and carries quarterstaffs. He sports a long blonde beard, and similarly colored long hair. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature quarterstaff.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Military. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He wears his black hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. A true patriot, Tharivol would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. 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: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 600 pp. Sard (20 gp). Red-brown spinel (150 gp). Jasper (20 gp). Jasper (20 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He usually wears his yellow robe and has his pickaxe always slung over his shoulder. He sports a long silver beard, and similarly colored long hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 300 pp.