Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. After a long history of fighting, Ahvain and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His dark red hair is braided into rings. His black eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. 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: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Mormo took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He has achieved small success as a Healer.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Nature, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a yellow vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his yellow boots flare out at the collars. His crest is red and curly. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Rhogar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the east. His martial abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 28000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he prefers to wear red clothing when he does not wear armor. His fur is yellow and curly. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: Nimble lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Spy, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nimble 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 meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Cynical. Bonds: Enemies, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 6000 sp.