Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears suspenders and blue workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. He has blue eyes and a blue hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Born in the west to a Mason, Aelar learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When Aelar 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. He tends to his Mason job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to be a carter again

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he tends to wear a large blue jacket. He has golden hair. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: She wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 5'10" when asserting herself. She wears a Stetson hat to cover her moderate length white hair. She has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Gorga took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up morningstar and armor she uses now. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Family, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 40000 cp. Black opal (1300 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized yellow coat. His hair is silver and curly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Aramil lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Gifted, Extrovert. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 80 pp. Bloodstone (30 gp). Jade (100 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.