Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair is short and blonde. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature spear.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a brown vest and prefers black and violet shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. The war was a terrible time for him, and Fallond does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Fallond was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Fallond's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Fallond and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Server

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a violet armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. His red hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: He hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 400 pp.

Description: This malnourished man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has moderate length brown hair. His eyes are silver.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. 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: The child of a Bather, who enjoyed hunting, Thamuz was taken on many hunting expeditions. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1200 gp. Banded agate (10 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Banded agate (10 gp).

Description: This eastern man wears a simple brown robe with black stripes complete with hood. His clothes are grease stained in places. His blue hair is greasy and uncared for. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tiefling in existence. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Qemuel was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 8000 cp.