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Hereward Greenholm is a sickly looking individual in appearance but this belies his wiry strength.
A semi-wild individual, he is more at home in the wilderness & forests, rather than 'imprisoned' in civilisation.

He is also a devout follower of Gwanwen.

Erien Laganthe, Cleric of Baudh

An erstwhile follower of Baudh, his holy symbol can be seen hanging from this man's neck. He wears heavy splint mail and is armed with a shield and a mace. Standing just under six feet, this bearded man, clothed with a headdress of his order, still cuts an imposing figure.

Galmit Treasurebrewer

Barrel chested and burly looking dwarf though only slightly taller than most average dwarves this red and white haired dwarf with bushy eyebrows looks build of iron and gruff and grumpy. Until his humor comes out of his mouth, sure enough ale/bear will bring this about more often than when he is not drinking. The dwarf can prove his tongue can be sharp too. Wearing chain mail armor and carrying a shield and pick, with twin hand axes strapped to his belt. The dwarf looks to know battle as he is partially armed to the teeth.

Smoglea

A halfling with long dark brown hair dressed in fairly plain brown clothing carrying a backpack and a club looks like most common halflings though this one is only a couple inches taller than most average halflings. He has a look of curiosity in his eyes and is generally quiet some might say shy or reserved. But something changes in this one if you get him angry or he becomes stressed out so most folk try to avoid doing so. At least that is the rumors that tend to follow this one anywhere he goes.

Tollander Kane:

Kane is about average height, with a wiry build. Although young, he looks older than he is due to his harsh early life. His face bears a few marks of his earlier life as a fighter. He wears long dark robes with a hood and carries an iron-banded staff in his right hand. The words "Life" and "Death" are tattooed across his knuckles. A holy symbol of Gwanwen hangs around his neck and another is thrust through his belt.

Anforthas is a swarthy man with a square unshaved jaw, short hair, little dark piercing eyes. Broad shoulders and bears a seemingly tense straight position at all times.

He wears a scale mail, shield, a great helm hanging on his backpack and a sword sheathed on his belt.

Bede Antiquus is a weak, middle-aged man in library robes and spectacles. He is tidy and sedulous, but with the unfazed air of a calmly aloof academic. He stands slightly shorter than average, his fading red hair receding rapidly.

Tanor is a short, slightly built human with short, light brown hair. He appears to be quite young with little facial hair and a sort of wide-eyed look on his face. He does not wear armor, but carries a wooden staff, with a sheathed dagger tucked into his belt.

Fairfax Socrates (also known as FFS!), as he commonly messes things up unintentionally. Good natured halfling of average height and girth with a bow over his shoulder and a smile on his face. He plays tunes on a fancy wind chime and often tries his habd at stage escapology acts and funfair theatre.

Fairfax is usually seen looking for trinkets and interesting artifacts from merchant bazaars.

Fairfax is often seen quickly scampering away from such fayres and merchant bazaars.


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Golgarth enters Gaul with the latest group of merchants and pilgrims. A stonemason by trade and templar by inclination.

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Griswold (human fighter)
A slim 40yo man, blond of hair and silver of beard.
He is no good at what his does, but he tries.

Background:
Griswold had a lot of different jobs, all in his village. In his last one, a chimney cleaner, he got stuck for 2 days, so he decide he should do more of his life than just living. Thats when he decided to adventure.

Spotted around town is a small, unassuming girl whose ever-watching eyes betray no emotion, introducing herself as Laila. She speaks rarely, though her voice is curiously cheery and pleasing to the ear.
It would speak volumes of her character were you to know that her two most prized possessions are a fine silvered dagger and a precisely weighted sword of elven steel, both of which acquired via dubious means.

Thedla is a human of middling height with brown hair and brown eyes that match his brown leather armor under a green cloak. He carries a wooden shield and a flail that looks like a bundle of thorny brambles growing from a stout branch. A wooden emblem of a birch leaf inside a circle hangs from his neck.

Berta is a old female dwarf, blond of hair with skin as tired as wrinkled leather. She was a smith, but a shameful accident made her left hand lose much of its power. She decide to adventure across the world to regain her confidence on herself

Red Erik

A dwarf smith, rusty of beard and crusty in dour nature. Rotund but strong from the forge. Scarred from fire blisters and smelted silver ore. He figures some mercenary work will give him more than gold instead of labouring minting silver pieces from the ore mines.

Came 'over the mountains' with Jarkul's bloodline.

Arlen

He was just a kid; on the youthful side of his teens. Not at the point of combing mussed up brown hair, not really at the point of being embarrassed about his hand-me-down padded armor and old short bow strapped to a spear. The mis-matched gear was set for peace, and travel. Though the kid looked barely old enough to leave the farm, his gear looked like he was used to it.

Charles Fawkeswas an alchemist from the Southlands sent on a life journey by his order to explore the lands of the Arch Duke and spread his talents while seeking knowledge which the strange lands could hold. He was a reclusive type, but pleasant enough company, and could have been handsome if not for the scars on the right side of his face and body and the strain in his voice left by a close call with plague in his youth.

Charles had been a sickly child growing up after his village was overtaken by a plague. It had left its mark on him, but he had been one of the few survivors and had been taken in by the order of Plague Doctors tending to the ill who had taught him alchemy and brewing. He had been a survivor of the plague and therefore was considered immune, making him a valued doctor to the order.

Upon the death of his mentor, he had been given the honored task of a life journey to explore the north and discover what secrets it might hold and minister the people with his abilities. He was young and eager to commit himself to his mentor's dying wish and wanted to honor his memory by spreading his skills across the lands for the benefit of all, and if a disease should ever show itself, offer the comfort only his god could.

Slouched and swaddled in dark clothing, Hedge is shorter than most men. His is an unfriendly face; rough and scarred by the pox. Under furrowed brows, his eyes are dark, both orbs angry and suspicious as they access everything. When he scowls or allows a rare smile, one is welcomed by a rictus of horrid yellow teeth and the breath that goes with it. All that anyone knows about Hedge that he comes from the South seeking opportunity and fortune.

Xathor is tall, think, pale, sickly and with more wrinkles that his age should yield. His hair is pale blond, almost whitish, straight and combed to the side. His eyes are small and grey-blue. His lips thin and quick to smirk. He wears a simple, if thick, dark purple robe.

He's somewhat calm, not much of a talker, as he only thinks speaking is something to be used for only useful things (like, philosophical discussions, mind you). When he speaks, he seems slightly haughty, as if trying to compel an aura of erudition. If this is intended or it's just the way he speaks, only he knows.

His voice is low and his speech somewhat slow.