Description: He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His red leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. He carries with him a set of glaives, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Berrian 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 100 pp. Blue quartz (13 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Jasper (30 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Deep green spinel (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born into a rich family. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Fire opal (1000 gp).

Description: An older man who likes to wear tan tank tops with pastel pants, he is not a threatening figure. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Laborer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Eiravel liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new laborer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.