Description: An older man who does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, he is not a threatening figure. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length white hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. The war was a terrible time for him, and Jocelyn does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Dean grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dean fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist, Joker. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1700 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Banded mail.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His hair is short and black. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. 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 raised in a white middle class family as the only child. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Trym was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and a deep hatred of orcs

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 100 gp. Violet garnet (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His hair is golden and very short. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

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. When Rolf reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature quarterstaff.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Scribe responsibilities is difficult; and to be a fortune-teller again

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears skinny pants and wears a tan and blue robe with the hood down. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. 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 is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 700 gp. Malachite (5 gp).