Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull grey iron scale mail. His black hair is singed and shortened. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Azdûsh was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Azdûsh decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Being a Priest kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is typically in her Gardener uniform. Her chestnut hair is cut short. She has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Elves.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. She was an apprentice working in her mother's forge. She tends to her Gardener job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Secretive, Racist. Bonds: Job, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 120 pp. 2 Antitoxin.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rurik fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His golden hair is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Morg fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 190 gp. Red-brown spinel (70 gp).