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 wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His tied-back hair is brown. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Mûzglob speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Mûzglob reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Qualen was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Aristocrat, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Aristocrat in service of a powerful lord somewhere. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Tourmaline (100 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'9" and wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a warhammer, but if one is not available he will default to his whip. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is cut close to his head. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Lûga embodies much of what other species detest in the Half-Orcs. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Lûga was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Lûga's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a tan tunic with grey highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around her shoes. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. Her long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 86. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Traulam hails from a village terrorized by drow. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She has dedicated herself to building a better world.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 100 gp. 4 Tanglefoot bags. 3 Smokesticks.