Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses well, wearing white shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His hair is golden and very short. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a Crown-heir first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born in the north to a Crown-heir, Mozû learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Weaver, but he got bored and became a Crown-heir. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Crown-heir for hire.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to be a weaver again

Ideals: Optimist, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 20 pp. Malachite (16 gp).

Description: This malnourished man dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has dyed his greying green crest a little too much giving a sharp green color. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his red eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Shamash lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Family. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: She is a physically imposing dark-skinned woman. She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. She has wavy white hair. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Traulam hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her singing career. She is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. She haggles over everything, upselling her goods and buying cheap. She is persistent in everything.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Traulam was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Mentor, Military. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bow, but if one is not available he will default to his crossbow. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Nalral grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Nalral abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 2400 sp.