Description: He has a missing left leg. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has dyed his greying blue crest a little too much giving a sharp blue color. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is mildly Dragonborn supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Roofer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the east were limited. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Dragonborn compassion.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 130 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp). 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a violet and white handkerchief worn on his left side. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is short and brown. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: Galinndan speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Selfish, Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 380 gp. 8 Acid flasks.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. After coming to the age of reason, Veit took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Her left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She has the majority of her body covered in plate. She has chestnut hair. Her eyes are likewise brown. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Crown-heir. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Crown-heir arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Crown-heir work with an outfit from a few towns over. Crown-heir work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She's also a talented Marshal, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: She uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is wearing a long, blue cloak. Her hair is chestnut and curly. Her brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Myathethil hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her singing career. A true patriot, Myathethil would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Myathethil was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Half-Orc companion (her 'brother'). She has dedicated herself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and 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

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Military, Poor, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman wears light armors faded through time and improper care. She has a long brown ponytail with little hanging trinkets. She is baby faced.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. 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: She comes from a rich northern family. In her 14th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. Her black fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. She has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. She was an apprentice working in her father's forge. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Locksmith.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and balancing her hectic life and new locksmith responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Terse, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 270 gp. Sardonyx (50 gp).

Description: This woman wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amber on her right hand. She keeps her white hair in a pixie cut. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is a sleazy, sleazy gal. She has no qualms about using her powers of suggestion to get people to do what she wants. Her philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: She was born into a rich family. Her father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her father was legitimate. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Her chestnut hair is still thick. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She shows great sympathy to all travelers. She's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. She disdains her fellow northerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Shax was orphaned to a temple shortly after her birth. She was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above herself and to hold her god always in her heart. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 500 sp.