Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears tattered old clothes. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Religious. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1800 sp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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, Aramil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Aramil hails from a village terrorized by goblins. His parents were killed by goblins in a raid when he was still a young child. The goblins captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and a deep hatred of goblins

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (14 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is wearing a long, brown cloak. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Fargrim speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Carter business.

History: Fargrim was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. When Fargrim reached his early adolescence his Dwarf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Carter for hire.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Military, Job. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a shortspear, but if one is not available he will default to his ceremonial dagger. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed tan hat.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature ceremonial dagger.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 130 gp.