Description: He very much looks the part of a Cartwright. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly warhammers and monstrous two handed axes. His white hair is cut short. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. 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: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Mindartis grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Mindartis. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Cartwright for hire.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Opinionated, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Bowyer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He has all his life been fascinated with painting.

History: Dworic was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Druid, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Druid in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His martial abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Poor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a green and tan robe with the hood down. He carries a battered nunchaku and tarnished spear as well. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Ulblyn was born the youngest of three triplets. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 5000 sp. Alexandrite (1600 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is dressed in an above average manner. He keeps his brass crest in a flapper bob. He has gold eyes and a green hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Tarhun took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He bought a flail and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1700 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.