Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and he perpetually has his spear ready. His red crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Gorbundus was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Gorbundus never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: In love, Military. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 700 gp. Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Blue quartz (12 gp). Blue sapphire (500 gp). Star ruby (500 gp). Black star sapphire (500 gp). White pearl (160 gp). Jade (160 gp). White pearl (160 gp).

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has shaved his head bald. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He got into the Sailor business at a young age. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To be a Tailor again; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Golden pearl (130 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Jet (130 gp).

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. In his 16th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pelaios fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 14000 sp. Gold music box (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose red pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He carries with him a set of halberds, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has moderate length gold crest. His ears are large.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Sethrekar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Sethrekar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 600 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (900 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1500 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has moderate length chestnut hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Born to a Herbalist, his mother struggled to pay the bills. After coming to the age of reason, Fabien took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.