Description: A 5'0" northern man, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. His yellow fur has been sun bleached extensively. He is baby faced.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Spring hails from a village terrorized by illithids. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Masseuse work with an outfit from a few towns over. Masseuse work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now owns his own business.

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

Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2200 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. 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, Warryn is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Soapmaker arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Obsidian (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull green iron scale mail, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'9" when asserting himself. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson grey hat.

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 will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Melech lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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. Melech fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Has a crush, Family, Debt. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He wears baggy grey pantaloons and a blue scarf. He carries a battered crossbow and tarnished bow as well. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Clerebold alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Clerebold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 10 pp. Jet (110 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. This silver eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. 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: Gifted from a young age, Sammal studied abroad. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.