Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He keeps his rusty crest in a pixie cut. His gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is a Weaver first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Scribe profession.

History: Born in the south to a Weaver, Gorbundus learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 11 years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to be a scribe again

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 70 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp).

Description: He wears tan trousers with black and green striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His red hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Rolen was born with his mother's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He struck the Guard job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants.

Ideals: Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His white hair is braided into rings. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Nutae never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and doesn't want to be a unemployed and was forced into it by his family

Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Family, Criminal record, In love. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'0" when asserting himself. His head has been shaved. His green eyes peer out from beneath his broad yellow hat.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Manfred does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. 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: He is content; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 70 gp. 4 Holy water.

Description: He typically wears blue cloth garments or leather armor. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Namfoodle reached his early adolescence his Gnome mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: This late middle aged man wears light armors faded through time and improper care and is in decent physical shape. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are violet.

Personality: He is a Soapmaker first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Soapmaker for hire.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a grey collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Beloril took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up morningstar and armor he uses now. He has been helping groups of widows and orphans who have fled abusive spouses or lost their families to orcs.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and revenge

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 160 gp. Amethyst (60 gp). Red spinel (60 gp).

Description: She wears a green top hat and green clothes, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 5'10" when asserting herself. Her blue hair is matted, messy, and big. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She considers herself a woman of culture and sophistication. She likes a good challenge to her wits. When she's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, she's doing painting.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Revenge; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Elves. Her skin is dark but she possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a tan coat. Her hair is silver and very short. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: Born in the north to a Stylist, Quelenna learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. She's also a talented Soapmaker, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 190 gp.