Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'1" and wears skinny pants and wears a yellow and black robe with the hood down. His hair is chestnut and very short. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Trey is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He moved out north to avoid the crime he committed. Being a Ruler kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 44000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is dressed in a clean pastel cloak covering his clean studded leather, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He has wavy gray fur. His green eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker pastel hat.

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. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: In love, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 300 pp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (4000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2800 gp). Solid gold idol (1000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (8000 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. She has dyed her greying orange fur a little too much giving a sharp orange color. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Left-Handed took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor she uses now. She bought a scimitar and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Nature, In love, Military. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 30000 cp.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). She has a very tight haircut. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She hates Halflings with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. 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: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Because her father participated in the massacre of their homeland, dire rats burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. She was preparing to flee to the east, but the outbreak of war prevented her and her mother from journeying east to reunite her family. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature warhammer.

Motivation: Revenge; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.