Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears dull green sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed whip, just in case. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Halfling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Halfling doctor. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Banker. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and wants his loneliness to end

Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 180 pp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His hair is silver and curly. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Pirithin lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pirithin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 300 gp. Red-brown spinel (80 gp). Jet (80 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Marbas reached his early adolescence his Tiefling mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Shamash is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. The war was a terrible time for him, and Shamash does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Shamash was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: In love, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 500 sp.