Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a white shirt with thin green vertical stripes and brown pants. He has auburn hair. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is an amazing painter.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He 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. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He's in love; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: An older man who is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, he is not a threatening figure. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Purson was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. 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 wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Sensitive, Greedy. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 7000 sp. Hematite (12 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a white and tan robe with the hood down. He carries with him a set of swords, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has no hair. He wears an eyepatch.

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 would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Stannor was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. 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 loathes his own lifestyle; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 1000 pp. A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (70 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (4000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 3'6" and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He hates Gnomes with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

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 large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Jabbie took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Jabbie fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 5000 cp.