Description: He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his quarterstaff, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He wears his auburn hair down. 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 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 takes great joy in being the best Baker in town.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Baker. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with violet colored cloaks and clothing. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. He has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. Tim is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Blacksmith they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Mortician, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His blonde hair is still thick. 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 never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Scribe business.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and he perpetually has his pickaxe ready. His tied-back hair is chestnut. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Shy. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is dressed in a clean green cloak covering his clean studded leather. His red hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Clerebold was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Architect. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100 gp.