Description: He is a mite stocky and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His bronze crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A freak accident while working with his Servant mother left him crippled. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 20000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with wide-brimmed hat. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Gnome in existence. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

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. A gifted student he started as a Priest, but he got bored and became a Cartwright. He's also a talented Priest, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1000 pp. Silver pearl (160 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). Amethyst (160 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her hair is short and chestnut. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep black.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Sellsword. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: Born in the north to a Sellsword, Phelaia learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. As a young child she wandered into the woods despite her father's warnings against it. Afterwards she claimed she had encountered goblins who tried to eat her hand. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Job, Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1300 gp. Azurite (6 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'11" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears long strands of topaz and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. She has black fur. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. At a young age her father died while driving off some goblins. Her mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train her in glaive use. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Optimist, Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 10000 cp.