Description: He wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Vondal was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. A freak accident while working with his Shepherd mother left him crippled. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Mentor. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 100 sp. Deep blue spinel (200 gp).

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a red and green robe with the hood down. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He is a Succubi in disguise. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: She is typically in her Junk Dealer uniform. She carries a battered halberd and tarnished club as well. Her silver hair, when down, is lengthy. Her eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: She is mildly Human supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Junk Dealer for the past few years.

Motivation: Dragonborn compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to dragonborn people

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1 Everburning torch.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Priest hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ugol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Professionalism. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Backpack.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a green and black robe with the hood down. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly halberds and whips. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He got into the Cook business at a young age. A gifted student he started as a Bounty Hunter, but he got bored and became a Cook. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Insomniac, Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man usually wears his white robe and has his greataxe always slung over his shoulder. He wears his white hair down. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Wiggan was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Secretive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1000 cp. Bloodstone (80 gp).

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is short and brown. His black eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Enemies, Military, Nature, Family. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: She wears a tan vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her tan boots flare out at the collars. Her hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: She got into the Beggar business at a young age. She worked as a nervous Beggar and found it very stressful. 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 greedy; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 79. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When the war came and ruined her parents she was left adrift. She was a hard woman then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. She became a Baker soon after.

Motivation: To be a Fletcher again.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 30 gp.