Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a nunchaku on his belt. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: The child of a Glassblower, who enjoyed hunting, Carrie was taken on many hunting expeditions. In his youth he was a Glassblower, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. 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. Carrie 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's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a tight fitting tan shirt and pants. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. After a long history of fighting, Thervan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 4000 gp. Banded agate (11 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). Rose (80 gp). Chrysoberyl (70 gp). Tourmaline (70 gp). Blue quartz (11 gp).

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a white shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears his chestnut hair down. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. 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: The child of a Healer, who enjoyed hunting, Thamior was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He struck the Roofer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.