Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. His white hair is braided into rings. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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 has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Sage arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Sage and was forced into it by his family; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 20 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Galinndan was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Junk Dealer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Standing 6'3", this man wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Ratlûg 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. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, brigands burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the east, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying east to reunite his family. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it; and a deep hatred of brigands

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He wears his black crest up. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Barkeep hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His long black crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are a pleasant red.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Born in the north to a Priest, Maagog learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1000 cp.