Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Crown-heir, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'10" when asserting himself. His purple hair is lengthy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Mordai is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Mordai was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He struck the Crown-heir job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Extrovert, Impeccable, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 100 sp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with wide-brimmed hat. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sculptor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Healer’s kit.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is light but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Halfling companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature dagger.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Halfling artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 40 gp. Deep green spinel (100 gp).

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and blue handkerchief worn on his left side. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Gifted from a young age, Darrak studied abroad. His parents enrolled him in a Expert school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Darrak was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Just what you see.