Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He wears his orange fur up. His eyes are a pleasant yellow.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

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. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a blue coat. His black crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are red and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Vrondiss is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Baker but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born in the north. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Baker work with an outfit from a few towns over. Baker work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Baker for hire.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to be a layabout again

Ideals: Extrovert, Pacifist, Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 210 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears red trousers with green and brown striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is mildly Half-Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 50000 cp. Sardonyx (80 gp). Rose (80 gp). Black opal (1500 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp).

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His red hair is smooth and relatively long. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He got into the Carter business at a young age. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He tends to his Carter job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away.

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 290 gp.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep silver.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. 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, Bathin is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He bought a pickaxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.