Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is pastel, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time. His black hair is lengthy. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Bulzo took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Emotional, Addict, Disease. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is dressed in earthy colors with a violet and green handkerchief worn on his right side. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Traki is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Traki was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Bard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Bard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Barber hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Sensitive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she wears dull black sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed flail, just in case. Her hair is blonde and curly. Her blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: The child of northern immigrants she idolized her father. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 200 sp. Golden pearl (160 gp).

Description: She is lean but muscular and wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. She keeps her red crest in a pixie cut. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Savaran isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. She has all her life been fascinated with painting.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Savaran was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. Her family was turned out during the war. She and her family wandered north to less war torn lands. She has never given up on her painting dream.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.