Description: He wears just a brown suit. He carries with him a set of halberds on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Fallond's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. During his travels, Fallond and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Fallond discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Fallond fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 300 pp. Rich purple corundum (1500 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His white hair is heavily combed to the left. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. 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 inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 11 years.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Shy, Greedy. Bonds: In love, Military, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is a mite stocky and is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright green and white, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. Her hair is brown and curly. 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 irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Markosian took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up axe and armor she uses now. She has dedicated herself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: She would like to get married and retire; and she wants to meet her childhood hero

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 3'1" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She prefers to wear flannel. She has done her best to style her blonde hair to look like a famous performer. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 91. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Verna is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Fletcher arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Her childhood dream was to be a Sculptor, but she was a colossal failure. She tends to her Fletcher job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Fletcher responsibilities is difficult; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.