Description: 4'5" and muscular, this northern man usually wears his brown robe and has his lance always slung over his shoulder. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered music. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist, Disease. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has white crest. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. 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, Rivaan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Rivaan was born the youngest of three triplets. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: Standing 3'4", this man is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Gormogord never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a sellsword again

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Military, In love, Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: A roughly beaten golden orb (140 gp).

Description: This light-skinned female is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She is very protective of her business, her home, and her spouse. She is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: Born in the west to a Fletcher, Adrie learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. Her parents enrolled her in a Monk school at a young age so that she could practice her necromantic talents. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and revenge

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born in a small forest village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Efferil took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He bought a dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: In love, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 20 gp. Sardonyx (40 gp). 1 Masterwork studded leather.