Description: This man wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with yellow lining and desert motifs, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His blue hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are black and beady.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Barakas was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Barakas decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Being a Glassblower kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'4" and wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is red, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Theodoric was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Barrister for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a miller again

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 gp. Moonstone (60 gp). Golden pearl (130 gp). Hematite (8 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a trident, but if one is not available he will default to his scythe. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scythe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His beige fur is smooth and relatively long. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. At a young age his father died while driving off some brigands. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in scythe use. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Right-Handed fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants revenge against brigands

Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 6000 sp. White pearl (110 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Jet (110 gp). Red-brown spinel (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a yellow armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Foxilon isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Halfling unity. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Foxilon was born with his father's beautiful face. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 320 gp. 1 Half-Plate.