Description: A 3'7" southern man, he wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a pickaxe on his belt. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. 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 necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. 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 drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Wiggens fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing violet cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. 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 is greedy; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 900 gp. Jasper (80 gp). Hematite (16 gp). Iolite (80 gp). Jet (110 gp). Brown-green garnet (110 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (500 gp). Brown diamond (4000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair is golden and curly. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Erevan was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Erevan was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. After a long history of fighting, Erevan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and expand his business

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Military. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: 6'5" and muscular, this northern man is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and blue handkerchief worn on his left side. He has shaved his head bald. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He got into the Glassblower business at a young age. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 300 gp. White pearl (160 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He tends to wear a tan poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Erky liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a trident and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 70 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.