Description: A 6'3" southern man, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Gifted from a young age, Bolg studied abroad. Bolg abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has worked as a Armorer like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1000 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1000 gp). Silver ewer (80 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He usually wears his tan robe and has his whip always slung over his shoulder. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears his chestnut hair up. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Shoemaker business.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Tharivol was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Bonds: Slave, Military, Religious. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 22000 cp. Deep green spinel (40 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 3'11" and likes to wear ponchos typically of a light pastel in addition to tight pants. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is mildly Dwarf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a pastel vest and prefers brown and red shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brass crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Bidreked lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Emotional. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 500 sp.