Description: Runty and weak-looking, he dresses like a well dressed Sculptor does. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He takes great joy in being the best Sculptor in town.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Sculptor. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Sculptor.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new sculptor responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 3000 cp. Zircon (40 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. 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 is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears baggy tan pantaloons and a green scarf. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

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. When Beloril reached his early adolescence his Dwarf 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. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He is physically well-built. His brown hair is braided into rings. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Disciplined, Opinionated. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 500 gp. 3 Thunderstones. 2 Antitoxin. 2 Smokesticks.

Description: This eastern man is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His clothes are grease stained in places. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Nelkin was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Warlock, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Warlock in service of a powerful lord somewhere. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Nelkin was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 300 sp.