Description: A 4'7" western man, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 160 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a white shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and black pants, and carries longswords. He has moderate length gold crest. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 68. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When Maagog reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn 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. He has achieved small success as a Animal Trainer.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Rich, Military. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 14000 sp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a grey feathered hat and grey clothes. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the right. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. The war was a terrible time for him, and Morkral does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Morkral was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. 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: He has money and likes to spend it; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Server

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 8000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. His crest is brass and very short. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his feathered brown hat.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature ceremonial dagger.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 200 pp.