Description: He wears bulky black painted plate armor. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his club, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. He has moderate length auburn hair. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. He has worked as a Marshal like his father before him.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Religious, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty violet coat over it. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His parents were killed by dire rats in a raid when he was still a young child. The dire rats captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Roland was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Moss agate (10 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He dresses like a well dressed Miller does, marred by teas. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson blue hat.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He stands about 6'0" and dresses like a well dressed Locksmith does. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has no hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Justin 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 till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To be a Brewer again.

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Breastplate.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a grey costume with the symbols of the four houses of cards on his torso. His head has been shaved. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Drogo was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Drogo abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature morningstar.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 100 gp.