Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a white coat with red slacks. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. He is baby faced.

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 vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To be a Mortician again; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Opinionated. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 210 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (100 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (10 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears a fancy brown suit. His long blue crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Donaar never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 15000 sp. Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Amber (40 gp). Emerald (1500 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His head has been shaved. He has violet eyes and a grey hat with a green feather.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He got into the Knight business at a young age. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Knight for hire.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Poor, Job, Family. Occupation: Knight

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: Sard (40 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'1" when asserting himself. He keeps his black crest in a pixie cut. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Maagog was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Military, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 300 sp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp).