Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a tan collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Paelias's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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. Paelias fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 20 pp. 1 Smokesticks.

Description: This woman wears a green Stetson hat and green clothes, and sports empty pouches on her belt. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is a Sellsword first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with her Stableman father left her crippled. She has taken up work as a Sellsword and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 6000 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1800 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (100 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (90 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). Jeweled gold crown (4000 gp).

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Scribe. Her red hair is heavily combed to the right. Her blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Tiefling compassion; and to be a servant again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. Her red hair is smooth and relatively long. Her green eyes peer out from beneath her small tan hat.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. 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, Xanaphia is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the south her family was never financially stable. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Slave. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1300 sp.