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 a fine chain shirt which he covers with yellow colored cloaks and clothing. His black crest is matted, messy, and big. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Navigator. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has worked as a Navigator like his father before him.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Flak wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Monk, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1800 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. He sports a flattop hair cut. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: The child of a Gardener, who enjoyed hunting, Purban was taken on many hunting expeditions. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a morningstar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His fur is short and orange. His eyes are blue.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Marshal they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Sellsword, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 350 gp.

Description: This late middle aged man is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times and is in decent physical shape. He wears a colorful flower in his white hair. His silver unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his 17th 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 40 pp.