Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his shield, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. His auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Ernest 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: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1000 gp. Iolite (30 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy blonde stubble. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has a hunchback. He has moderate length blonde hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Clerebold was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Aristocrat, 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 Aristocrat in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has worked as a Miner like his father before him.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears professional attire. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is long and white with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. 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: He was born in a small mountains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Dustin took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: This malnourished man wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His green eyes peer out from beneath his broad red hat.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His childhood dream was to be a Barrister, but he was a colossal failure. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scythe.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Onyx (40 gp). Malachite (12 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is content; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 8000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.