Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a black coat with green slacks. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born into a rich family. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Morkral was left his mother'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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1600 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. His hair is long and white with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small green clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Anverth was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Anverth's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 50 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His fur is cut close to his head. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Nimble was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Nimble decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. He carries a battered longbow and tarnished monstrous two handed axe as well. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Gildmak does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Gildmak was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate. Flaws: Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 800 gp.