Description: This woman stands a little under 5'4" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears a violet vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her white leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her violet boots flare out at the collars. She keeps her brown hair in a flapper bob. 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 extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: The child of eastern immigrants she idolized her father. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to reunite with her old friends

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1600 gp. Amethyst (100 gp). Jet (100 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Pink pearl (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears skinny pants and wears a violet and grey robe with the hood down, and she perpetually has her greatsword ready. She has dyed her greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. Her blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Elf in existence. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born to a Engraver, her father struggled to pay the bills. Her father was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Agatha fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Joker, Persistence. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears baggy yellow pantaloons and a black scarf. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Roland took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Sellsword for the past few years.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Nature, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 gp. 4 Smokesticks. 1 Everburning torch. 3 Antitoxin.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a green armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. His silver crest is thinning but still full. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Baradad was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Dyer. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 150 gp. Red garnet (150 gp).