Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. His golden hair is greasy and uncared for. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: Born in the south to a Barkeep, Rael learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Amethyst (110 gp). Hematite (16 gp).

Description: He wears a simple brown robe with red stripes complete with hood. He is portly but not overly obese. His long orange fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He is a Jackalwere in disguise. He worked as a nervous Servant and found it very stressful. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Servant for the past few years.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 400 gp. Blue quartz (13 gp). Blue sapphire (1500 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Full Plate.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His hair is cut close to his head. He has violet eyes and a grey hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: He is mildly Dwarf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Whurbin was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. 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: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and expand his business

Flaws: Racist, Mundane, Greedy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His copper crest is long and unkept. His gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

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 Adventurer father left him crippled. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Shy. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 2500 sp. 1 Smokesticks.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Scribe mother left him crippled. 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. Vondal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 900 sp.