Description: This northern man wears red painted combat armor at almost all times. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Gildmak was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Weaver hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 200 gp. Amber (100 gp). Deep blue spinel (1100 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 1. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. 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 get a good night's sleep; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Insomniac, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1700 sp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the left. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. A friendly and beautiful Dwarf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Born in the north to a Sculptor, Beloril learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Detective, but he got bored and became a Sculptor. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer, Guardian. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses like a well dressed Adventurer does. His auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He got into the Adventurer business at a young age. 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 inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. Fivin was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Healer. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Mundane. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 300 gp.