Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and he perpetually has his halberd ready. He has wavy white hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Nalral took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He bought a halberd and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To protect his home.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Guardian, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 370 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'6". He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has wavy red fur. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born in a small desert village. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 6000 gp. Banded agate (4 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Silver pearl (90 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Hematite (4 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp). Amethyst (90 gp).

Description: He stands about 6'8" and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His long black fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: He got into the Server business at a young age. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bellfounder they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Server, and he later adopted a second son.

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

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A 4'1" western man, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: With brown face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His silver hair is lengthy. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Carter arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Dûsh took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Revenge.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 50000 cp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.