Description: An older man who typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull green iron scale mail, he is not a threatening figure. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Uthemar was born the youngest of three triplets. He worked as a nervous Apothecary and found it very stressful. He struck the Apothecary job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To be a Sage again; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1500 sp. Zircon (50 gp). Deep green spinel (140 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This northern man wears a tan shirt with thin green vertical stripes and tan pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has no hair. This blue eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Ar-Baruk was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Sellsword. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Sellsword for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new sellsword responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He carries with him a set of clubs on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His long cinnamon fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Trail lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. At a young age his mother died while driving off some dire rats. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in club use. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Carter they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Bowyer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 200 gp. Black pearl (1100 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Guard. His brown hair is long and unkept. He has white eyes.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Guard for the past few years.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and balancing his hectic life and new guard responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Job, In love. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1500 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.