Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is golden and very short. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Anselm grew up listening to his mother's many stories. His mother worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled mother and took his mother's old job. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Butcher they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Dilettante, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict, Hedonist. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1100 sp. Hematite (10 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He carries a battered bow and tarnished shield as well. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he 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. Wymar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Selfish, Disease. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 230 gp. Iolite (60 gp). Amethyst (40 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She is well dressed, constantly wearing a grey suit, red shirt, and tan tie. She has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. Her hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are gray.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. When Nalaed reached her early adolescence her Dwarf father 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. 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. Nalaed fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a worn and beaten armor. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Apothecary. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. 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 wants revenge against giants; and balancing his hectic life and new apothecary responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.