Description: He wears violet painted combat armor at almost all times. He carries with him a set of halberds, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 200 pp. Malachite (13 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Eye agate (13 gp). Violet garnet (900 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp). Amethyst (80 gp). Pink pearl (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Gennal lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He came across an abandoned tomb where he found a relic that called out to him. After picking it up he was cursed by lycanthropy.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He very much looks the part of a Scribe. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the right. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Raer took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He's also a talented Sage, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.