Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

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. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. 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: Retire the richest man in the west; and he is content

Ideals: Persistence, Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He is dressed in earthy colors with a blue and violet handkerchief worn on his right side, marred by beers. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are green.

Personality: Radomir is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. After coming to the age of reason, Radomir took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Bloodstone (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Lucan was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Lucan's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Secretive. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1500 gp. Azurite (13 gp). Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp). Clear bright green emerald (3000 gp).

Description: He wears a black shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his trident, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Bilbron wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Cleric, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Bilbron reached his early adolescence his Gnome 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 got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with his Barkeep father left him crippled. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful, Disease, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.