Description: He stands about 3'4" and likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family After coming to the age of reason, Fargas took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Being a Locksmith 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 has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. He carries a battered shortbow and tarnished scimitar as well. He wears a colorful flower in his golden hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Whurbin is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Whurbin was born with his mother's beautiful face. Whurbin was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Weaver. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 500 sp. Red-brown spinel (140 gp). 4 Smokesticks.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly flails and greataxes. He wears a colorful flower in his blonde hair. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 2300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He wears his chestnut hair up. This silver eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

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. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Forcas hails from a village terrorized by drow. When Forcas reached his early adolescence his Tiefling mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Enemies, Military. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 60000 cp. Peridot (20 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright tan and yellow, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His hair is white and curly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. 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, Nákra is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. 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: Balancing his hectic life and new Sage responsibilities is difficult; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 200 gp.