Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing yellow cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in the south to a Fletcher, Hubert learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. 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 Fletcher. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortbow.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: She is lean but muscular and very much looks the part of a Fortune-teller. Her silver crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her eyes are gold and beady.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She enjoys reading and quiet.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Fortune-teller work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fortune-teller work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 150 gp. Sard (30 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She stands about 4'3" and tends to wear a large grey jacket. Her right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. Her brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: Whurdred was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. When Whurdred reached her early adolescence her Dwarf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Addict, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. With bright auburn hair. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. 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, Felosial is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 110 gp. Red garnet (100 gp).

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. She keeps her auburn hair in a pixie cut. Her violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Tiefling culture. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. A freak accident while working with her Layabout father left her crippled. 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 desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with her old friends

Flaws: Disease, Racist, Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1200 sp. Smoky quartz (30 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). Silver pearl (70 gp). 1 Hourglass.