Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His white hair is singed and shortened. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

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 Dwarf in existence. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Travok was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His father worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled father and took his father's old job. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and doesn't want to be a guard and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Justice, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Mentor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has a very tight haircut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. Morkral is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Morkral took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Sailor and was forced into it by his family; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: This man is very fat, and sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Ugly, Lazy, PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 340 gp. 1 Healer’s kit.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His dark red hair is thinning but still full. His silver eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Andram was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. After a long history of fighting, Andram and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and tiefling compassion

Flaws: Terse, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 180 pp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (130 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). Solid gold idol (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'5". He wears long strands of jet and short white dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, and his gloved hand is found clutching a crossbow. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 2000 cp.