Description: This malnourished man wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Gifted from a young age, Dalgal studied abroad. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Coral (150 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears long strands of amethyst and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Tree took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. 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: Addict, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 2000 cp. Blue quartz (16 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 3'0" and is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. Her silver hair is smooth and relatively long. Her fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: The child of eastern immigrants she idolized her father. She worked as a nervous Weaver and found it very stressful. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and she desires to right it; and she wants revenge against goblins

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears bulky blue painted plate armor. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Raer's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Raer is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Raer was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Cleric, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Assassin hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greatsword.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 30 gp. Malachite (16 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.