Description: He wears a simple violet robe with green stripes complete with hood. He carries with him a set of bastard swords on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. His hair is long and silver with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. He has blue eyes and a violet hat with a green feather.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Stableman but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Riardon lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Riardon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Jeweler they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Stableman, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Pacifist. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 21000 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: 6'1" and muscular, this eastern man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. His hair is cut close to his head. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Orthog was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Guardian, Mentor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 400 gp. Rose (70 gp). Jasper (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 5'2" and dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. Her moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. 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 believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She receives visions of the future at random moments

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Body Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She has a crush on the local Courier; and she's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 5000 gp. Chrysoberyl (50 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a scimitar on his belt. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. 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, Arumawann 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 mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Herbalist arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His parents enrolled him in a Warrior school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Arumawann fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Just what you see.