Description: He wears an entirely green suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sickle, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. He wears his brown hair down. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Wiggens hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his singing with anyone who is interested.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Scribe. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Rich, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 42000 sp.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. His blonde hair is long and unkept. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with music. He constantly tries to fill his life with music. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His white crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines red.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the east. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 2100 sp.

Description: He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bow, but if one is not available he will default to his warhammer. He is portly but not overly obese. He has moderate length yellow fur. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Born in the south to a Ruler, Harvest learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

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; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 260 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). 3 Acid flasks.