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 wears a green cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 3000 sp. Golden pearl (140 gp). 7 Acid flasks. 2 Holy water.

Description: He stands about 6'7" and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Bathin was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Seebo abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and obtaining odd cultural gnomish artifacts is his passion

Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Religious, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Painter

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Orc, and stands approximately 5'2". He wears a violet broad hat and violet clothes, and his gloved hand is found clutching a whip. He has moderate length silver hair. His eyes are brown.

Personality: Feng is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. Feng liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. 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: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content

Ideals: Professionalism, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1900 sp.