Description: He wears a violet small hat and violet clothes, and he perpetually has his greatsword ready. His chestnut hair is lengthy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: To be a Seamstress again; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a brown shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His long beige fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. This copper eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. 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, Flask is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Flask grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. Being a Miller kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and expand his business

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Criminal record, In love. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 180 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (50 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (50 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (120 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (120 gp).

Description: He wears a simple black robe with brown stripes complete with hood. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. 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, Gorgûm is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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. Being a Apothecary kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Sporting a white mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. 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: Retire the richest woman in the east.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Optimist. Bonds: Adventurer, In love, Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 300 gp.