Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has moderate length brown hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered north to less war torn lands. 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 wants to meet his childhood hero; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 190 pp. Chrysoberyl (40 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). Black star sapphire (600 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Brown-green garnet (40 gp). Golden pearl (40 gp). Peridot (40 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Vlorn was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. When Vlorn reached his early adolescence his Halfling father 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 3'2" and likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He got into the Miller business at a young age. As a very small child his family refused to pay dues to a local crime lord, who ordered them killed. His father, a somewhat powerful mage sought to protect him and cast a teleportation spell that whisked him away. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Job, Family. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 210 pp. Iolite (20 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Obsidian (16 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Pink pearl (140 gp). Amber (140 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'6" and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty yellow coat over it. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He hates Half-Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born to a Dilettante, his father struggled to pay the bills. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Theobald fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Half-Elven compassion; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 47000 sp.