Description: He wears an entirely white suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He carries with him a set of scythes, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He usually wears his brown robe and has his mace always slung over his shoulder. He carries with him a set of maces, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His green crest is smooth and relatively long. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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 will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Dragonborns in Quarethon's homeland. Quarethon decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He has achieved small success as a Dyer.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears tattered old clothes. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born in a small forest village. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 3'2". He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is mildly Halfling supremacist, though he does not identify as such. 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: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Halfling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Halfling doctor. 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.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1600 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Gnome, and stands approximately 3'7". He wears long strands of topaz and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, and his gloved hand is found clutching a greatsword. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Ploughman for hire.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is content

Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.