Description: A 6'2" western man, he sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He has shaved his head bald. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: The child of a Shepherd, who enjoyed hunting, Gubrash was taken on many hunting expeditions. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, illithids burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the west, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying west to reunite his family. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 320 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He got into the Courier business at a young age. His childhood dream was to be a Mason, but he was a colossal failure. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Revenge; and to be a mason again

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Job, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 7000 cp. Red-brown spinel (50 gp).

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a greataxe on his belt. His red hair is still thick. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Miner. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Miner for hire.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: In love, Rich, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a tan coat. She wears her red hair down. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady hazel eyes.

Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. She refers to her adoptive mother for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: The child of a Fletcher, who enjoyed hunting, Salanop was taken on many hunting expeditions. She was a friend to animals and a trickster. In her defense of animals however she would do severe harm to people. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Addict. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she prefers to wear flannel. Her rusty crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. She constantly seizes attention wherever she goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. She likes to think of herself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: She was born in a small desert village. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Savaran took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up mace and armor she uses now. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To prove her worth to the world; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Optimist, Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 8000 cp. 1 Tanglefoot bags.