Description: This light-skinned male wears a simple white robe with brown stripes complete with hood. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Vilberg took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Buckler. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. She carries with her a set of longswords on her belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. Her golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her amber eyes peer out from beneath her broad brown hat.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Kilia lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. In her 18th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Wants to raise her children well.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Extrovert. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 3000 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (140 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.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has wavy brown hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: Drogo is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Herbalist business.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a yellow cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. His auburn hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is mildly Half-Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born in the south to a Shipwright, Percival learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Shipwright for the past few years.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and balancing his hectic life and new shipwright responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Racist, Selfish. Bonds: Job, Military, Debt. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 3200 sp.