Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his hammer with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has no hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

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. His father worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled father and took his father's old job. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 28000 sp. White pearl (130 gp). Pink pearl (130 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears violet trousers with yellow and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amber on his left hand. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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: Money/treasure; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 11000 cp.

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 always cut to a buzz. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Glassblower arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Opinionated. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy red stubble. He is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and white handkerchief worn on his right side. He has a hunchback. He has wavy red hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Randal abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and many brigands want him driven away

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 50 pp. Golden pearl (80 gp). 2 Antitoxin. 4 Holy water. 1 Thunderstones.