Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his pickaxe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. He has moderate length black fur. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Shadow fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 290 pp. Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a grey coat. His head has been shaved. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: Frederick wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Expert, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... 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, Frederick is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Armorer business at a young age. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Armorer. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Expand his business; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He stands about 3'2" and wears a brown costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. 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 dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. 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: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Fibblestib was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. He wears his auburn hair up. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Miner

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. This amber eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Poor, Military, Religious. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Azurite (11 gp). Brown-green garnet (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.