Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears a black tunic with green highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes, marred by teas. His tied-back hair is chestnut. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Darrak isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Darrak 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. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is in excellent shape and is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Soapmaker. His hair is silver and curly. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Nalral was born with his mother's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Map Maker.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has wavy white hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines black.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Mormo was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Family, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 7000 sp. Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He has red hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His first spouse was a Knight, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His hair is golden and curly. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Morkral is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born in the north to a Sage, Morkral learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Morkral was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Morkral decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Sage for hire.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Ideals: Extrovert, Professionalism. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 1500 sp.