Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Assassin but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

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. Laucian took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and money/treasure

Ideals: Pacifist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs, and he perpetually has his flail ready. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Adelard was born with his father's beautiful face. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Adelard 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 not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Insane, Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. He carries a battered warhammer and tarnished sickle as well. His fur is yellow, silky, and of moderate length. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. 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. Harvest fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 16000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (180 gp). A small bag of saffron. (100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has wavy purple hair. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Mordai hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Mordai is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

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. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Artistic, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 400 sp.