Description: He is a mite stocky and is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His auburn hair is lengthy. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He has all his life been fascinated with dancing.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. 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 has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Weaver and was forced into it by his family; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist, Artistic. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is in excellent shape and tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His head has been shaved. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Nicholas grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 30 gp. Azurite (10 gp).

Description: He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly quarterstaffs and hand crossbows. He keeps his copper crest in a pixie cut. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. Quarethon was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Quarethon decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Criminal record, Attractive, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Iolite (20 gp). Blue star sapphire (1200 gp). Sard (20 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this eastern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Nuraval is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When Nuraval reached his early adolescence his Dwarf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant, Nature, Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 7000 sp.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his gray fur down. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature dagger.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Optimist, Logical. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 400 gp.