Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. His rusty crest is long and unkept. His ears are large.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is obsessed with his god.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Mugrunden grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dragonborns became a terror of the countryside. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He has a large blue mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his red robe. His hair is golden, silky, and of moderate length. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He got into the Fletcher business at a young age. Kilvar was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Kilvar decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He tends to his Fletcher job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: He wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a pickaxe, but if one is not available he will default to his nunchaku. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

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 zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Howard was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. 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: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 27000 sp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

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 Fargrim reached his early adolescence his Dwarf 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. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Family, Rich. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 sp.