Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He carries with him a set of whips, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. 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. Zaffrab fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 130 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp).

Description: He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He wears a colorful flower in his auburn hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Grûblik was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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: A rival would like him out of the picture; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is an average looking southern female in her early mid-life. She wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants. She wears a colorful flower in her gray fur. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. She also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Server but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: She comes from a rich southern family. Being born in the south, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the south for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way north. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her sons to still be retired.

Motivation: She is greedy.

Ideals: Pacifist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: Tourmaline (150 gp).

Description: She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a black coat. She carries with her a set of shortspears, each one with a jet on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. She wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover her moderate length brown hair. She has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: She is a Dyer first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. The war was a terrible time for her, and Naamah does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She helped her father out around the business and became quite the natural. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Dyer.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: Warryn is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Warryn hails from a village terrorized by drow. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.