Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he likes to wear white tank tops with yellow pants. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length black crest. His eyes are likewise gold.

Personality: Direcris hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dragonborn artifacts is his passion; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Artistic, Professionalism. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 230 pp. Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (60 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a simple grey robe with yellow stripes complete with hood. His golden hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Mercenary business.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Harbek was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Revenge; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1000 cp.

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 wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has red hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Erias was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 110 pp. 1 Smokesticks.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he likes to wear pastel tank tops with blue pants. He wears his white crest up. His red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He is a Yochlol in disguise. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Rich, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 9000 cp.

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame, and carries quarterstaffs. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Eiravel hails from a village terrorized by giants. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 10000 cp.