Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He prefers to wear flannel. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 14. 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. 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: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: He stands about 3'2" and wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with red lining and desert motifs. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His silver hair is still thick. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Howard is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Marshal arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Howard was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted, Justice. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: She is a physically imposing dark-skinned woman. She prefers to wear violet pants and tee shirts. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. She has amber eyes.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Vicky was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She bought a spear and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety; and she feels threatened by others

Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Poor, Slave. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: She has a missing left arm. She wears a green tunic with violet highlights, and long red pants that bunch up around her shoes. Her chestnut hair is braided into rings. Her eyes are likewise gold.

Personality: She is enamored with her job. She loves it. She likes the challenge and she likes helping those less fortunate than her. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: She was born in the south. Like her mother and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Cartwright. She's also a talented Locksmith, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To be a Locksmith again; and human compassion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Golden yellow topaz (300 gp).