Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his scythe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. His skin is flawless and his blue 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 cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Ralf has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 48000 sp. Black pearl (900 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Banded agate (4 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 5'3". He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and brown handkerchief worn on his right side. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 300 gp. Jasper (50 gp). Red garnet (90 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). Black opal (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears dull black sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed halberd, just in case. His golden hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed black hat.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. 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: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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: Many orcs want him driven away; and a deep hatred of orcs

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a yellow shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His hair is chestnut and curly. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. Travok is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Travok took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Family, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1600 sp.