Description: A plain young-adult man, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has shaved his head bald. He is baby faced.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greataxe.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a fletcher and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Passionate, Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 16000 sp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Buckler.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a flail on his belt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Glûk fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Attractive. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a tan tunic with black highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around his shoes. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Zook took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 12000 sp.

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Her chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. She has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. She has worked as a Apothecary like her father before her.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Optimist, Opinionated, Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, In love. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 40000 cp.

Description: She wears professional attire. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: She was born into a rich family. After coming to the age of reason, Traulam took it upon herself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She was granted martial powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Just what you see.