Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scimitar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He comes from a rich western family. His father worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled father and took his father's old job. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 500 sp. A roughly beaten golden orb (140 gp).

Description: He has a missing left leg. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His fur is brown and very short. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: Right-Handed 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 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: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Right-Handed 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. Right-Handed 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 3'10" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears professional attire. She has moderate length white hair. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Ilde hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls.

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Namfoodle took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 380 gp.