Description: This slender man stands about 6'3". He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His hair is long and brown with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Scribe born in the past three hundred years. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born in a small desert village. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He bought a shield and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: He tends to wear a large blue jacket. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his halberd, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is a Glassblower first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He got into the Glassblower business at 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 has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his warhammer with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His brown hair is singed and shortened. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sculptor arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He carries a battered mace and tarnished monstrous two handed axe as well. His blonde hair is lengthy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: The child of a Gardener, who enjoyed hunting, Miles was taken on many hunting expeditions. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. Recently the stress of being a Body Guard has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Body Guard responsibilities is difficult; and to be a gardener again

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Job, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 10000 sp. Moss agate (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He carries with him a set of rapiers, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his red hair in a flapper bob. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Heward hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Knight hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Joker. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.