Description: A 5'3" southern man, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his dancing with anyone who is interested.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Riardon reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Military. Occupation: Banker

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He 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. He is an epitome of beauty. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur, Persistence. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 3'10" eastern woman, she wears an entirely grey suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. She has done her best to style her brown hair to look like a famous performer. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are hazel.

Personality: She is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. She also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. She is used to getting what she wants. In part because she is a meticulous planner.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants her loneliness to end; and she would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: This malnourished woman wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. She has wavy silver hair. Her amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 97. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: Buvvie was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Adept, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Adept in service of a powerful lord somewhere. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'7" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 330 gp. 1 Half-Plate.