Description: 5'9" and muscular, this southern man wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a kukri on his belt. He has moderate length white hair. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. After a long history of fighting, Zed and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Impulsive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1600 gp). A small bag of saffron. (60 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (30 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a grey tunic with violet highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has wavy blonde hair. 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 loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. After coming to the age of reason, Shane took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and he is content

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. He is physically well-built. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Mortician for hire.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new mortician responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His chestnut hair is still thick. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: Vondal was born the youngest of three triplets. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Ploughman for the past few years.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Family, Job. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 30 pp. Star rose quartz (40 gp).

Description: This western man wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a falchion, but if one is not available he will default to his kukri. His clothes are grease stained in places. His orange fur is matted, messy, and big. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in the west. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.