Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. 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 is fixated on the number 9. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born in the west. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sailor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

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.