Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His red hair is braided into rings. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born in a small island village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Burgell took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, marred by beers. He wears his golden hair down. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Jebeddo took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 600 gp. Solid gold idol (200 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears skinny pants and wears a yellow and white robe with the hood down. He wears his white hair down. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Soapmaker but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When Himo reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a doctor again

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Architect. He wears his black fur down. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Architect for hire.

Motivation: To be a Baker again.

Ideals: Persistence, Optimist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.