Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. He wears his black hair up. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the east. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Gifted, Optimist. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears a yellow tunic with tan highlights, and long grey pants that bunch up around his shoes. He carries with him a set of tridents on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Nicholas liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'5". He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bastard sword. He has a chestnut handlebar mustache and slicked back chestnut hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Clerebold 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. In his youth he was a Tailor, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. 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. Clerebold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a tan shirt with thin blue vertical stripes and pastel pants. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his feathered tan hat.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Masseuse arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Flaws: Terse, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Everburning torch. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly halberds and nunchakus. He keeps his blonde hair in a pixie cut. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Dean liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 600 gp.