Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a longsword, but if one is not available he will default to his greatsword. He has done his best to style his white fur to look like a famous performer. His eyes are yellow and catlike.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Lone's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 700 gp. Jasper (50 gp). Black pearl (1400 gp). Obsidian (6 gp). Black pearl (1400 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. Fargrim enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He bought a sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Addict, Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 220 gp.

Description: This slender woman stands about 3'11". She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Her hair is long and white with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small grey clips. Her amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Bolhild grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Bolhild. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and a rival would like her out of the picture

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family, Religious, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 230 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (50 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a black cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. Her hair is long and blonde with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small black clips. This gray eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. The war was a terrible time for her, and Ovak does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She worked as a nervous Mason and found it very stressful. She used her abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 200 gp.