Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and carries scythes. He has moderate length white hair. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. The war was a terrible time for him, and Koeth does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Through the years after Koeth was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Koeth's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 70 pp. Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Hematite (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His silver hair is heavily combed to the right. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: She typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor, and she perpetually has her shortbow ready. Her black crest is smooth and relatively long. Her gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She likes to be helpful to her clients. She likes to prescribe proper advice to her clients. She has all her life been fascinated with painting.

History: When she was but 8 years old her parents immigrated from the north. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 80000 cp. A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). Gold and ruby ring (2000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1500 gp).

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Halfling, and stands approximately 2'11". She dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with white slacks, and her gloved hand is found clutching a pickaxe. She keeps her long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. Her hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 31. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Wella took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up pickaxe and armor she uses now. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: She wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and retire the richest woman in the east

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Greedy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 600 gp. Jet (50 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Onyx (30 gp).