Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, marred by beers. His black hair is still thick. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Gildmak was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: Her left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. She keeps her long black hair kept up in a rat tail. Her blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Vadania is depressed about a lot of things. She tends to be a nihilist. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Through the years after Vadania was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Vadania's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life; and she's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Depressed, Addict, Disease, Antagonistic. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears a black Stetson hat and black clothes. Her white hair is long and unkept. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: Bryseis was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Bryseis was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, she put together a working one.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: She wears a red shirt, with a brown mid length skirt with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She carries with her a set of warhammers on her belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. She is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around her ears. This gray eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of her. She is by nature obliging.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Stacee fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 400 sp.