Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a black costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His silver eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Bowyer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents enrolled him in a Cleric school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Bowyer and was forced into it by his family; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 500 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1400 gp).

Description: She has a missing right leg. She wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Her brass crest is still thick. Her red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Daar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She wants to get laid.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She carries a battered flail and tarnished mace as well. She has slicked back brown hair. Her eyes are amber.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Yurgunn isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Yurgunn was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Yurgunn decided she wanted neither the life of her mother nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact; and retire the richest woman in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 20 pp. Lapis lazuli (15 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears yellow leather gloves, a yellow jacket, and tight pants. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Barrister arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He worked as a nervous Barrister and found it very stressful. He tends to his Barrister job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 50 gp.