Description: With red face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a grey shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Scribe arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist, Opinionated, Logical. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Fallond liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears tan trousers with violet and yellow striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He is baby faced.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Zook fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 600 sp. Citrine (40 gp). 3 Acid flasks.

Description: He wears a blue shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. 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. Bilbron fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Impulsive. Occupation: Mason

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 700 sp.