Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he tends to wear a large white jacket. He has no hair. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 88. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Kâka lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 south. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Kâka was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: To be a Marshal again; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Family, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has wavy chestnut hair. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Scribe hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (11 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a kukri, but if one is not available he will default to his whip. He has wavy chestnut hair. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright green and white, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His white hair is braided into rings. His black eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes drow are coming to abduct people. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Armorer business.

History: Chem was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Armorer. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Armorer for the past few years.

Motivation: Many drow want him driven away; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 350 gp.