Description: The light-skinned woman stands 4'10" and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. Her black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes giants are coming to abduct people. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tawar grew up listening to her mother's many stories. Her mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk.

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 100 gp. 2 Smokesticks. 1 Thunderstones.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He tends to wear a blue poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He wears his chestnut hair down. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Wobbles was born on a far southern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Shoemaker. He became a Shoemaker soon after.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Shoemaker responsibilities is difficult; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Flaws: Shy, Greedy. Bonds: Job, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 19000 cp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This malnourished man wears bulky white painted plate armor. His hair is golden and very short. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 69. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 32000 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he has the majority of his body covered in plate. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his feathered blue hat.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Beiro was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Beiro fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 7000 sp.