Description: He is a husky man, who is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His white hair is still thick. His green eyes peer out from beneath his small black hat.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears baggy black pantaloons and a white scarf. His hair is chestnut and curly. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born in the south. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Wymar never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Flaws: Racist, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and brown handkerchief worn on his right side. His hair is long and brown with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Anselm 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. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Mortician. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he wants revenge against goblins

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He typically wears green cloth garments or leather armor. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

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 spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This dark-skinned male is dressed in an above average manner. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born in the west. 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 Ploughman. He has achieved small success as a Ploughman.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 8000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.