Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He usually wears his brown robe and has his crossbow always slung over his shoulder. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

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. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are hazel and beady.

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 is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Roland never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Insane. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His skin is also unnaturally pale. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 70. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Professionalism, Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Secretive. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears a green cloak and cross-gartered yellow stockings. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his trident, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. His head has been shaved. 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 extraordinarily eccentric. He takes great joy in being the best Miller in town.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 12 years.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to be a cook again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His red hair is knotted and matted. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Clerebold embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. Clerebold enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Clerebold was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Clerebold's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 80 pp.