Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. His hair is cut close to his head. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Mogg took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Mogg and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1000 gp. Obsidian (13 gp).

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, she usually wears her tan robe and has her crossbow always slung over her shoulder. With wild black hair. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: The child of western immigrants she idolized her mother. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She bought a crossbow and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To prove her worth to the world; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 140 gp. Chrysoberyl (60 gp).

Description: She wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. She carries with her a set of quarterstaffs on her belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. She wears her green crest up. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: She is cool and collected. She likes to make quips and puns whenever she does anything. She also makes a point to compliment her superiors and flatter them. 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, Synthrin is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Synthrin was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Synthrin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Justice. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 190 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She dresses like a well dressed Apothecary does. She carries with her a set of daggers, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. She has red hair. Her blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving 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: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Apothecary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Apothecary work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Apothecary responsibilities is difficult; and she is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Job, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 20 pp. Obsidian (5 gp). Golden pearl (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item.