Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His red hair is singed and shortened. This gray eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Good lock. 1 Bullseye lantern. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: He is a mite stocky and dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with brown slacks. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 64. 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. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Lance is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 8000 sp. Deep green spinel (90 gp). Obsidian (9 gp).

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He carries with him a set of greatswords, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears dull brown sweaters, loose violet pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed flail, just in case. His moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He is baby faced.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Heward is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 east. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and doesn't want to be a crown-heir and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Pacifist, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Family. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Born to a Architect, his mother struggled to pay the bills. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he has a crush on the local architect

Ideals: Passionate, Professionalism. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 200 gp.