Description: A middle-aged man, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants, and is pretty ugly. His head has been shaved. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: Burgell lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He bought a shortbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Nature, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His blue crest is long and unkept. He has gleaming, smiling red eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Shamash isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Shamash grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 10000 cp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp).

Description: She is scrawny and has patchy yellow fur. She wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. She has a hunchback. Her yellow fur is long and unkept. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: She speaks before she thinks and is too direct. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: Born to a Herbalist, her mother struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Butcher hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and she wants to meet her childhood hero

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged woman is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time, and a wedding ring on her right hand. Her hair is short and red. Her hazel eyes peer out from beneath her Stetson yellow hat.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Dilettante arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Silaqui abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. 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: Meet up once more with her childhood friend.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His crest is bronze, silky, and of moderate length. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Rathkran was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable, Opinionated. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.