Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a green costume with the symbols of death on his torso. His bronze crest is knotted and matted. His red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Greethen lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, 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 east 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 north. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Servant they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Mason, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive, Depressed. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 300 sp. Eye agate (6 gp). Amber (100 gp). Sard (40 gp).

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Cartwright. His hair is black and very short. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Rich. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1100 sp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: This late middle aged woman is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak and is in decent physical shape. Her chestnut hair is long and unkept. Her black eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Herbalist profession.

History: When she was but 5 years old her parents immigrated from the north. Her father was a soldier and died while she was still young. Phelaia was left her father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She struck the Sellsword job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Shy. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'11" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears long strands of topaz and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. She has black fur. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. At a young age her father died while driving off some goblins. Her mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train her in glaive use. 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: Someone believes her a fraud; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Optimist, Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: She usually wears her green robe and has her scimitar always slung over her shoulder. She is physically well-built. Her white crest is smooth and relatively long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Orc artifacts is her passion; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 200 sp.