Description: This late middle aged man is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, yellow shirt, and tan tie and is in decent physical shape. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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, Nuraval is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has a crush on the local barkeep

Ideals: Gifted, Justice, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Travok was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Mason. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. His white crest is unkempt and raggedy. His gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Mozikth wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Barbarian, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Family, Slave. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His crest is blue and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He hates Dragonborns with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Gifted from a young age, Fax studied abroad. His first spouse was a Spice Merchant, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 pp. Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (50 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1000 gp). Solid gold idol (1000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. His ears are large.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 80 gp.