Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Oppleby was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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. Oppleby 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 unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 320 pp.

Description: With violet face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose red pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and he perpetually has his falchion ready. His hair is golden, silky, and of moderate length. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. A freak accident while working with his Crown-heir mother left him crippled. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Laucian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His auburn hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: Stannor is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Stannor was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When Stannor reached his early adolescence his Halfling 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 now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Military, Job, Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 400 gp.