Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His dark red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Forcas grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He likes to wear tan tank tops with grey pants. His fur is beige, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Now he works as a music tutor during his time off.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Mentor. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he typically wears green cloth garments or leather armor. His red hair is cut short. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. Aust enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Aust 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 orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Randal alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Enemies, Military, Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A 4'9" western man, he typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor. His golden hair is long and unkept. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Ruler born in the past three hundred years. 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, Riardon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Riardon was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His childhood dream was to be a Carpenter, but he was a colossal failure. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Just what you see.