Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. His fur is short and lavender. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Cloud was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Cloud took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He bought a scimitar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To be a Glassblower again; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His yellow leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature whip.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 8. 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 has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Thamior hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Thamior grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Thamior. Being a Herbalist 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 being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Enemies, Criminal record. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 2000 gp. Smoky quartz (40 gp). Malachite (8 gp). Blue sapphire (1100 gp). Red spinel (100 gp). Onyx (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy black stubble. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. He has a hunchback. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

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 receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Travok alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Travok 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 someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Carnelian (20 gp). 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a brown tunic with yellow highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. His brass crest is heavily combed to the left. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Zedaar was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. In his 13th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Zedaar alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.