Description: This woman does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amber on her left hand. Her hair is long and black with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small blue clips. Her blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is a jovial happy person, but she is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: She was born in a small desert village. She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact; and she possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 800 gp. Alexandrite (200 gp). Sard (70 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp). Azurite (8 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Star ruby (1400 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has moderate length white hair. He has gold eyes and a black hat with a grey feather.

Personality: Astar speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 2000 cp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp).

Description: He typically wears white cloth garments or leather armor, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'4" when asserting himself. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: Ishmoz hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. The war was a terrible time for him, and Ishmoz does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is typically in his Fletcher uniform. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Damien took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He became a Fletcher soon after.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 600 gp. Amber (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item.