Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he tends to wear a large grey jacket. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Balimaar reached his early adolescence his Human father 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and regain custody of his son

Flaws: Mundane, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 200 gp. Freshwater pearl (10 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He prefers to wear flannel. He wears his white hair down. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. Alex is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Debt. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: Azurite (10 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp).

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His auburn hair is unkempt and raggedy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Conrad was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Farmer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (90 gp). Old masterpiece painting (500 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He tends to wear a large blue jacket. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. This green eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. Percival was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Bowyer. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Percival never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: In love, Nature, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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 leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp).