Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He is physically well-built. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. Direcris enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Opinionated, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 180 gp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: With pastel face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His white hair is still thick. He wears large thick round spectacles.

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. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born in the north to a Soapmaker, Beiro learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 2 years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 11000 cp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and carries ceremonial daggers. His white hair is lengthy. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Az-Rans wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Warlock, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Az-Rans fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Bonds: Religious, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 50 pp. Silver pearl (110 gp). Banded agate (9 gp). Citrine (60 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Some 2 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Morg never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 100 pp. Sard (50 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Jet (160 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Rose (50 gp). Tourmaline (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. He carries with him a set of monstrous two handed axes, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his red hair up. His eyes are likewise white. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Euron fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1300 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.