A haughty noble that has served the king in a diplomatic capacity for decades, and the previous king for decades before that. His mission is to meet with High Sorcerer Burlia in the island kingdom of Astaria to find out why trade has been declining for the last two years and arrange emergency shipment.
He’s totally better than Cel’Finondaan.
A muscular, stunningly hot young man, radiating confidence and sexuality. Could charm the pants off a paladin of purity with his smile. His scrolls and books sit neatly nearby, the paperwork all complete and double checked, though when he has the time for paperwork is anyone's guess. Samuel wasn't expecting any of this when Felavar hired him, but he doesn't regret a thing… Are those horns?
Theo has been building his reputation as a merchant for years, and is well known in Delvir. This caravan is a big deal to him as he was requested by the king personally and the contacts he makes on this trip will give him a major boost. He's married and loves his wife, but it's an open marriage, and he always looks forward to the company of men on his travels.
"My wife's as stubborn as a rock, but strong as steel, and her eyes shine like diamonds."
Quite short for a human, but densely built and surprisingly strong. He is almost constantly covered in a layer of mud and dust even when naked or putting on fresh clothes. He often prefers to go barefoot and wears as little as he can get away with at all times. Under his dusty exterior his skin sparkles like tiny gem stones, but he prefers the look and feel of mud and earth.
A well built, middle aged, daddy with wavy salt and pepper hair. Shocking stealthy as he was able to sneak up on Alice and whack her bottom several times in a row before Alice could react. Andre and his privates are in charge of caravan security and will protect the envoy from minor threats while the party goes off to deal with bigger dangers.
"We’ll take care of the rats and bandits, you guys take care of the dragons"
Solid Muscle, Rugged, and furry everywhere. Think grizzly bear in human form. His presence exudes a gentle but undeniable strength. He often expresses his intentions with grunts and gestures, but his voice is so deep and gravelly when he does speak that he can seduce almost anyone just by making eye contact and saying "hello"
"It gets cold at night, come cuddle with Daddy. I'll keep you safe and warm."
Shoulder length auburn hair, a light dusting of stubble, pointy ears, and piercing green eyes. Lithe and nimble. An Expert marksman and a decent poet. Dynwel doesn't plan, instead he enjoys living life as it comes, embracing each moment, locking lips with love, and felating fate itself.
"I once beat a dwarf in a drinking contest, of course I nearly died, but the cleric who healed me was super cute."
A thick man in all measures. Yes, all measures. Especially those ones. As big as a stein I tell you. Openly pansexual and a firm believer in hedonism. Moar got his name as a child as he would always shout it at the dinner table to get seconds and thirds. As an adult he broadened his tastes to including fighting, and sex. Lots of sex.
Be warned; He's a biter.