Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly rapiers and shortspears. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Corkitron grew up listening to his father's many stories. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Corkitron 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 Corkitron. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears professional attire. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Burto was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 500 pp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1500 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1500 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp).

Description: This man is very fat, and wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants. He keeps his long blue hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are gold and beady.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tiefling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tiefling doctor. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: Tiefling compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to tiefling people

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He is typically in his Marshal uniform. He wears his dark red hair up. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Qemuel's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of orcs once and for all.

History: Born in the south to a Marshal, Qemuel learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 260 gp.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly daggers and halberds. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

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. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Marshal and was forced into it by his family; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Emotional, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 200 gp.