Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is typically in his Brewer uniform. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the left. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. 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 in the south his family was never financially stable. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Brewer. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 2900 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His brown hair is still thick. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Clerebold 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. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Clerebold alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Extrovert. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He usually wears his brown robe and has his bow always slung over his shoulder. His green crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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 never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, PTSD. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 pp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'0" when asserting himself. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born to a Healer, his father struggled to pay the bills. Lance 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. Lance decided he wanted neither the life of his father 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 has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Joker. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants, and carries shields. His dark red hair is thinning but still full. His red eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Pelaios hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. Pelaios abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.