Description: He has a large red mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his yellow robe. He carries with him a set of hand crossbows on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. He wears a colorful flower in his auburn hair. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. Calcitro is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Calcitro lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 south. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he 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. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his broad violet hat.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Naeris was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Poor, Military. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Brown-green garnet (110 gp). 1 Crowbar.

Description: 5'1" and muscular, this eastern woman wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Her white hair is cut short. Her eyes are violet.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Adventurer. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: Her arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To be a Weaver again.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. She wears her brass crest up. 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 fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. She is a great chef.

History: Furrele was born the youngest of three triplets. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a roofer and was forced into it by her family

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 90 pp. Red spinel (140 gp). White pearl (140 gp).

Description: She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. She carries a battered morningstar and tarnished warhammer as well. She has shaved her head bald. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She considers herself a woman of culture and sophistication. She likes a good challenge to her wits. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. Her mother was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Jarsali fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Joker. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 300 sp. 3 Antitoxin.