Description: He likes to wear green tank tops with blue pants. His auburn hair is greasy and uncared for. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Drogo was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Rogue, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Rogue in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Drogo abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a halberd, but if one is not available he will default to his pickaxe. He wears his golden hair up. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Roge's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He moved out north to avoid the crime he committed. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature pickaxe.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 200 gp. Chrysoberyl (100 gp). Deep blue spinel (1100 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. Lamlis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Cynical, Addict. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 6'2" northern man, he wears bulky yellow painted plate armor. His red hair is heavily combed to the right. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. In his 11th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Bathin alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. After a long history of fighting, Bathin and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 2000 sp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (180 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has wavy dark red hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Guardian, In love. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 80 gp.