Description: He typically wears green cloth garments or leather armor. He carries with him a set of falchions, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Naal is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 4 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Naal never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, In love. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 400 gp. White pearl (130 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His copper crest has been sun bleached extensively. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dragonborn conditions. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and dragonborn compassion

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Lazy, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a tan collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His chestnut hair is still thick. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 47000 sp. 1 Silk rope. 1 Average lock. 1 Backpack. 1 Spyglass.

Description: This eastern man wears a simple brown robe with black stripes complete with hood. His clothes are grease stained in places. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: Nalral wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Wizard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Nalral grew up listening to his father's many stories. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bastard sword.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 700 sp. 2 Holy water.