Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, marred by beers. His tied-back hair is red. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Gifted from a young age, Balimaar studied abroad. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Ploughman.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 13000 cp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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, Gomory is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Gomory took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He bought a shortbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a greataxe, but if one is not available he will default to his sickle. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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 south. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Sage

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a grey coat. His red hair is long and unkept. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is obsessed with his god.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Roger grew up listening to his father's many stories. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He sports a flattop hair cut. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Assassin. He became a Assassin soon after.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 700 gp. Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Black pearl (800 gp).