Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered violet stockings. His chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Travok was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her white hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her mother.

History: Artin was born the youngest of three triplets. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and retire the richest woman in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Terse, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Slave. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 1400 sp. 1 Healer’s kit.

Description: She is an average looking western female in her early mid-life. She wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a quarterstaff, but if one is not available she will default to her crossbow. Her red fur is singed and shortened. She has yellow eyes and a brown hat with a black feather.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. After coming to the age of reason, Beast took it upon herself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She has decided she is irredeemable; and an old rival family wants her found

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 180 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears tattered old clothes. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He has all his life been fascinated with painting.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Blacksmith hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 8000 sp. Violet garnet (700 gp).

Description: She has a missing left arm. She wears a red shirt with thin blue vertical stripes and brown pants. Her brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Portia was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. While she appears to be a normal Halfling, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.