Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a black shirt with thin white vertical stripes and green pants. His chestnut hair is still thick. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 51. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature halberd.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: He wears yellow leather gloves, a yellow jacket, and tight pants, and he perpetually has his mace ready. His golden hair is heavily combed to the right. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and to be a merchant again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Silver pearl (60 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing red cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. He has no hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 24. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length white hair. He has green eyes and a tan hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He got into the Shoemaker business at a young age. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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 tends to his Shoemaker job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and a strong sense of loyalty to dwarven people

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. After coming to the age of reason, Riardon took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1400 gp.