Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his warhammer with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy chestnut hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 60. 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. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Theriatis hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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: Many dire rats want him driven away; and he wants revenge against dire rats

Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Sardonyx (70 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His auburn hair is cut short. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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. Aust fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Passionate, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. Golden pearl (130 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Hematite (7 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears long strands of aquamarine and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He carries with him a set of clubs on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Through the years after Tharivol was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Tharivol's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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 fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Terse, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 3000 gp. Amber (90 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp). Amethyst (90 gp). Azurite (9 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Golden pearl (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.