Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with feathered hat, marred by beers. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. His parents enrolled him in a Monk school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'0" and typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull white iron scale mail. He has black hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: Tim wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Expert, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

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 Dilettante mother left him crippled. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Selfish, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: This malnourished man wears a brown coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 80 pp. Deep green spinel (80 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). White pearl (80 gp). Banded agate (12 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he usually wears his brown robe and has his quarterstaff always slung over his shoulder. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Marshal work with an outfit from a few towns over. Marshal 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 Marshal for hire.

Motivation: He's in love; and he wants to get laid

Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His red crest is lengthy. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 60. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Soapmaker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To protect his home; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Insane, Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Family, Guardian. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: Aquamarine (500 gp).