Description: He likes to wear violet tank tops with blue pants. He carries a battered lance and tarnished sickle as well. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 38. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Bather arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. 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. Being a Weaver kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears dull black sweaters, loose pastel pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed warhammer, just in case. His crest is cut close to his head. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Weaver. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Patrin was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 2800 sp. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: This southern man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His ears are large.

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. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Conrad 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. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Servant hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He wears a colorful flower in his white hair. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: Nutae hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 400 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (900 gp).