Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light violet in addition to tight pants, marred by beers. His head has been shaved. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. 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 east. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Orcs. His skin is dark but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears his silver hair up. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature monstrous two handed axe.

Motivation: To be a Carpenter again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: An older man who wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it, he is not a threatening figure. He has done his best to style his blonde hair to look like a famous performer. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He is a Slaad in disguise. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to protect his home

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Lazy. Bonds: Guardian, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: She wears brown trousers with blue and pastel striped suspenders. She wears various colorful collared shirts. She has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. She wears a feathered hat to cover her moderate length blonde hair. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions.

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: He wears violet leather gloves, a violet jacket, and tight pants. He carries with him a set of hand crossbows, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Paelias embodies much of what other species detest in the Half-Elves. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. In his youth he was a Navigator, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (11 gp).