Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, and carries sais. His black crest is thinning but still full. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Sellsword profession.

History: Gifted from a young age, Gargax studied abroad. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Barkeep work with an outfit from a few towns over. Barkeep work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gargax fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Barkeep responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His blonde hair is cut short. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Thervan lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mayor and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His hair is golden and curly. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. 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: Dworic was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 island due to the painful memories there. Dworic took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He has achieved small success as a Body Guard.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Job, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1700 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'1" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He prefers to wear blue pants and tee shirts. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His childhood dream was to be a Slave Trader, but he was a colossal failure. He struck the Tanner job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Tanner and was forced into it by his family; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1200 gp. Deep green spinel (40 gp).