Description: He stands about 4'2" and wears a grey feathered hat and grey clothes. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Vondal isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Vondal was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Has a crush, Mentor, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 9000 cp. 1 Silver holy symbol.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears dull green sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed scythe, just in case. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His first spouse was a Mercenary, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

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

Flaws: Terse, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 6'0" western woman, she wears a green armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. Her silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are red.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She loves being with her children and actually smiles when they are around. She would do anything for them. She dislikes her ex a great deal.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the west were limited. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Laborer and was forced into it by her family; and regain custody of her son

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Family, Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 29000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He likes to wear tan tank tops with white pants. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Thervan was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, brigands burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying north to reunite his family. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Thervan was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 2300 sp.