Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a yellow suit, red shirt, and white tie. He has red hair. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Dabbledob will drive conversation. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Body Guard arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Dabbledob took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. He wears a colorful flower in his silver hair. 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 has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Orsik grew up listening to his father's many stories. Orsik 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 drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature spear.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 7000 cp. Violet garnet (500 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp). 3 Holy water.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His black hair is thinning but still full. He has gleaming, smiling white eyes.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1400 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a white coat over a pastel low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

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 obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. During his travels, Calcitro and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Calcitro discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Calcitro fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he is greedy

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1000 gp.