Description: This man prefers to wear blue clothing when he does not wear armor. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on his left hand. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Lucan will drive conversation. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Stableman.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and expand his business

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Impulsive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her head has been shaved. 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 resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She takes great pride in her work and is very well organized. Her planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in the north to a Sellsword, Nagrette learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Sellsword. She became a Sellsword soon after.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 290 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This malnourished woman wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. With bright brown hair. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Roofer born in the past three hundred years. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Rosalind is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. In her 13th year, her parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Rosalind alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Poor, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. She wears a feathered hat to cover her moderate length silver hair. She has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Her father raised her in a mountain cabin. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His silver hair is lengthy. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his feathered brown hat.

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 Human in existence. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Gomory was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Adept, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Adept in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. 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: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.