Description: This late middle aged man wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs and is in decent physical shape. He has a very tight haircut. 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 loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Erias was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 east. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Justice, Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a halberd, but if one is not available he will default to his spear. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with painting. He constantly tries to fill his life with painting. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Bruz grew up listening to his mother's many stories. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He wears a blue collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a violet scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'9" when asserting himself. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Vanuath grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Vanuath. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Flaws: Secretive, Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she wears a fancy white dress. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. She has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 83. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. She was taken from her home at a very young age. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Slave, Religious. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 120 gp. Smoky quartz (40 gp). Sard (40 gp). Lapis lazuli (12 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Valafar is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He has all his life been fascinated with dancing.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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.

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 300 gp.