Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He carries with him a set of pickaxes, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His white hair is lengthy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Clerebold is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears a grey collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Peter was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Fortune-teller. He bought a warhammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants. He has no hair. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He is a Slaad in disguise. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Knight

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

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He wears a tan tunic with grey highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around his shoes. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. Roger 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: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He's in love; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Healer

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

Possessions: 200 gp. 2 Antitoxin. 1 Everburning torch. 2 Antitoxin.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'4" when asserting himself. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 36. 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 takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. Being a Soapmaker kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.