Description: An older man who wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, he is not a threatening figure. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Percival was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, 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 Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 100 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a grey collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a black vest and prefers violet and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His silver hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Ploughman arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears long strands of aquamarine and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He was taken from his home at a very young age. 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: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Lazy. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

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. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Mentor, Religious. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Breastplate.