Description: This man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized topaz on his right hand. His golden hair is knotted and matted. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 900 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is wearing a tight pastel one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His hair is short and blonde. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is a great chef.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and balancing his hectic life and new guard responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'7" and is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. His head has been shaved. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Roger was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Interpreter. He now owns his own business.

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 expand his business

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Debt. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 800 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1600 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (60 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (60 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (60 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: Born in the north to a Weaver, Gomory learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Weaver. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is an amazing painter.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Frederick was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Insomniac. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 200 gp. Citrine (30 gp). Amethyst (40 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.