Description: This man stands a little under 5'10" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears brown trousers with blue and brown striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His hair is auburn and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Servant but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Roland was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He bought a shield and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Pacifist. Bonds: Mentor, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 4000 sp. Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Rose (20 gp).

Description: A middle-aged man, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, and is pretty ugly. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'5" and wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He sports a long blonde beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born to a Engraver, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Simon took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He bought a dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: Bloodstone (50 gp). 1 Chain shirt. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He carries a battered shortbow and tarnished bow as well. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Diggory lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Amethyst (100 gp).

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his longsword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'4" when asserting himself. His tied-back hair is chestnut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sage arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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. After a long history of fighting, Anselm and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1500 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Old masterpiece painting (500 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (70 gp). 1 Crowbar.