Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his scimitar with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries a battered rapier and tarnished scimitar as well. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is black, braided, and well cared for. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tordek fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Jet (150 gp).

Description: An older man who has the majority of his body covered in plate, he is not a threatening figure. His copper crest, when down, is lengthy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Courier business.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Donaar was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. 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: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Opinionated, Persistence. Bonds: Religious, Military. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 50 pp. Peridot (40 gp).

Description: A 3'2" western man, he is typically in his Fisher uniform. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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, Foxilon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Foxilon lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He dropped out of school to support his sick father, and resented it. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Fisher for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Ideals: Gifted, Justice, Logical. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor. He has auburn hair. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. A freak accident while working with his Dyer father left him crippled. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears a robe, a symbol of magic around her neck, and a falchion on her belt. She wears a small hat to cover her moderate length chestnut hair. Her fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and she is content

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Rhodochrosite (16 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.