Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He sports a flattop hair cut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 43. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born in the north to a Shepherd, Hobart learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and expand his business

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has moderate length bronze crest. His eyes are red and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Heavy steel shield.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants. He wears his white fur down. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Harvest is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Harvest hails from a village terrorized by goblins. He found a children's book about a Tabaxi Warlock who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature hand crossbow.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has a very tight haircut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. While he appears to be a normal Gnome, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Insane, Addict. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull brown iron scale mail. She has dyed her greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are brown.

Personality: Nora is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in the north to a Painter, Nora learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. 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: She's looking for her big break; and balancing her hectic life and new painter responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 20 gp.