Description: Standing 3'1", this man wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: The child of a Bricklayer, who enjoyed hunting, Borun was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Borun took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. In his journeys he found a malevolent artifact. He wishes to return this artifact and its corrupting influence back to where it came.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he has a crush on the local bricklayer

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears just a pastel suit. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Junk Dealer business.

History: Ghaliver was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Revenge; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Antagonistic. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear white clothing when he does not wear armor. His hair is white and curly. His eyes are likewise white. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Pelaios was born with his father's beautiful face. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Pelaios took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 9000 cp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'3" and usually wears his yellow robe and has his shortbow always slung over his shoulder. His golden hair is cut short. His eyes are brown.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Beloril is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Beloril lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bricklayer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. After a long history of fighting, Beloril and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Poor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. He is portly but not overly obese. He has a very tight haircut. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. 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: He was raised in a island tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Holg took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.