Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears professional attire. He wears a colorful flower in his bronze crest. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

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 drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Direcris fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: She wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and she perpetually has her pickaxe ready. Her crest is short and white. Her gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the north were limited. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She wants revenge against orcs; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: She wears a blue vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her blue boots flare out at the collars, and carries longbows. Her silver hair is heavily combed to the right. Her eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: She shows great sympathy to all travelers. She's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. She is stubborn though. She always likes to keep a trick up her sleeve. She likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if she feels she even has a chance of losing.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. Through the years after Meriele was born, her father became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Meriele's father didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'4". She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat, and her gloved hand is found clutching a bow. She has wavy red crest. Her gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Gardener arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: To pay off her debts; and money/treasure

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Debt. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 210 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and he perpetually has his flail ready. His white crest has been sun bleached extensively. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

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 dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Heskan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Average lock.