Description: He stands about 5'5" and does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: Riardon hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Riardon 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. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Ruler hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature kukri.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 500 gp. Jet (40 gp).

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears a worn and beaten armor. Her silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. Her philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: She is a Succubi in disguise. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Elven artifacts is her passion.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is a husky woman, who wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty pastel coat over it. She has styled her red fur well, parting it to the left. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Her father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her father was legitimate. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'10" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She very much looks the part of a Bricklayer. Her silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. She has gleaming, smiling black eyes.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Bricklayer arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She left for the north, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Rich, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down, marred by chocolates. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Military, Religious. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: Just what you see.