Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He usually wears his violet robe and has his bastard sword always slung over his shoulder. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. 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: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Freshwater pearl (9 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp).

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Painter born in the past three hundred years. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Trey 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. 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 Painter. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has red hair. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Scribe. During his travels, Balimaar and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Balimaar discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Balimaar fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Scribe responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He carries with him a set of greatswords on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He has red hair. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. 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: He was born in the south. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lance fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp).

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair is silver and very short. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Gifted from a young age, Percival studied abroad. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 200 gp.