Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has brown eyes and a blue hat with a black feather.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Gerbo was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Gerbo took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Guardian, Nature. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 120 pp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (130 gp). Silver ewer (70 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He dresses like a well dressed Beggar does. His black crest is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Human culture. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: The child of a Roofer, who enjoyed hunting, Mozikth was taken on many hunting expeditions. Mozikth liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He's also a talented Roofer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 240 pp. Freshwater pearl (16 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Red-brown spinel (140 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp). Jet (140 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Malachite (16 gp). Blue star sapphire (1300 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He got into the Ploughman business at a young age. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Modean has worked very hard to control his curse. He tends to his Ploughman job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This tall, slender woman typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep green leather and dull pastel iron scale mail. Her crest is black and very short. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: The woman has a huge range of feeling. She will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how she will be a better person from this day on. 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: Born to a Detective, her father struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Shoemaker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. During her travels, Ruloth and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Ruloth discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Ruloth fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: She feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help; and 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

Flaws: Emotional, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 120 gp. Azurite (4 gp).