Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Gifted from a young age, Mord studied abroad. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 4000 gp. Red-brown spinel (140 gp). Jet (140 gp). Brown-green garnet (140 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Sard (80 gp). Obsidian (15 gp). Azurite (15 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Onyx (80 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Blue quartz (15 gp). Sard (80 gp). Red-brown spinel (140 gp). Sard (80 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears just a grey suit. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of drow once and for all.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Baern was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and revenge

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Enemies, Military, Family. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 370 gp. Lapis lazuli (9 gp). Peridot (40 gp).

Description: This late middle aged woman wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a warhammer, but if one is not available she will default to her pickaxe and is in decent physical shape. Her hair is auburn and curly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is a Shoemaker first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. She takes great pride in her work and is very well organized. Her planner is full of calendar events.

History: Rosamund lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Ostracized due to the divine powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. By chance she met her sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: An old rival family wants her found; and to reunite with her absent mother

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is light but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He is typically in his Fletcher uniform. His hair is cut close to his head. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. The war was a terrible time for him, and Morkral does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born in the north. When Morkral reached his early adolescence his Dwarf 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 150 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.