Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he prefers to wear white pants and tee shirts. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson white hat.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Gifted from a young age, Dimble studied abroad. His parents enrolled him in a Adept school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Guard they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Engraver, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 2000 gp. Obsidian (5 gp). Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. The war was a terrible time for him, and Berrian does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He bought a greatsword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Military, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, and he perpetually has his hammer ready. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Beloril was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Beloril's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Being a Sellsword kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. 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 can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Holg was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scythe.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Military, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1800 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Hoglik was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 500 gp.