Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he prefers to wear flannel. He has dyed his greying bronze crest a little too much giving a sharp bronze color. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

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. Through the years after Mreksh was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Mreksh's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature glaive.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Selfish, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His lavender fur is smooth and relatively long. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, In love. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a violet armored body suit, with a simple tan line shooting up and back down. His chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has brown eyes.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Halimath was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, 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 Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Family, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Banded mail. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bricklayer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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. Aelar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 7 Acid flasks. 7 Acid flasks. 1 Alchemist’s fire.