Description: This younger middle-aged man wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a longbow, but if one is not available he will default to his flail, and a wedding ring on his left hand. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born into a rich family. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: In love, Rich. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: The child of a Roofer, who enjoyed hunting, Quarion was taken on many hunting expeditions. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Quarion has worked very hard to control his curse. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quarion fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 400 gp. Chalcedony (50 gp). Sard (50 gp). Jade (140 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp).

Description: He is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His hair is short and purple. His eyes are black and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: He was born in the west. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1600 sp. Moss agate (14 gp). Zircon (70 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a tan collared shirt and grey pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His golden hair is still thick. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Silvo took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Terse, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 14000 cp.