Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. He carries with him a set of nunchakus, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has hazel eyes and a white hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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, Efferil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Ûkshak grew up listening to his father's many stories. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A 6'6" northern man, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. He has no hair. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Morthos was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 40000 cp. Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears professional attire. His silver hair is still thick. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. 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: He was born at the edge of vast forest. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 160 pp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (140 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp).

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Marshal business.

History: Born in the west to a Marshal, Ghûra learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To be a Glassblower again.

Ideals: Justice, Persistence, Artistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 9000 cp. Zircon (50 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Blue quartz (8 gp). 1 Healer’s kit.