Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep yellow leather and dull violet iron scale mail. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Gnomish culture. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born to a Body Guard, his father struggled to pay the bills. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Elven conditions. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Racist, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 33000 sp.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'2" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a very tight haircut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Morkral was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Morkral fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 400 pp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (30 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Rock crystal (60 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'3" and tends to wear a large blue jacket. He wears his black hair down. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Rolen hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. During his travels, Rolen and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Rolen discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Rolen fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.