Description: He wears a tight fitting tan shirt and pants, and he perpetually has his monstrous two handed axe ready. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born to a Mayor, his mother struggled to pay the bills. 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Poor. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 400 gp. White pearl (100 gp). Red-brown spinel (100 gp). 3 Smokesticks. 4 Antitoxin.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Fletcher. His black hair is knotted and matted. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His blonde hair is cut short. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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 does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Everard was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Ranger, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Ranger in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Everard 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. 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 wants to meet his childhood hero; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 13. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Anselm was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Anselm 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 is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, PTSD. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat. His tied-back hair is brown. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born in the east. His childhood dream was to be a Healer, but he was a colossal failure. He struck the Marshal job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To be a Healer again.

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.