Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his hammer with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His blue crest is knotted and matted. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is an amazing painter.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Marshal hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 6 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a layabout again

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep red leather and dull black iron scale mail. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has wavy black hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mayor born in the past three hundred years. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Gnomes.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Mayor for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His auburn hair is still thick. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Depressed, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 90 pp. Obsidian (5 gp).

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He tends to wear a tan poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has a very tight haircut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Efferil was born with his mother's beautiful face. His childhood dream was to be a Dyer, but he was a colossal failure. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Job. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Dalgal grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. 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: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion.

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 330 gp. White pearl (140 gp).