Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His green crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a dull look in his gold eyes.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. The war was a terrible time for him, and Mozikth 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 to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man usually wears his tan robe and has his glaive always slung over his shoulder and is in decent physical shape. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Sapply was born the youngest of three triplets. A freak accident while working with his Fletcher father left him crippled. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Optimist, Extrovert. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her scimitar with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her tied-back hair is red. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are hazel.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. When Lorilla reached her early adolescence her Gnome mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She struck the Laborer job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This slender woman stands about 6'2". She wears a green costume with the symbols of death on her torso. Her crest is short and blue. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Her family was turned out during the war. She and her family wandered north to less war torn lands. She has achieved small success as a Architect.

Motivation: She is greedy; and wants a kiss

Flaws: Mundane, PTSD. Bonds: Has a crush, Job, Rich. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 260 gp.