Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson violet hat.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. Paelias enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the east were limited. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a knight and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 2200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He dresses like a well dressed Marshal does. His black hair is braided into rings. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. The war was a terrible time for him, and Dreali does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born to a Unemployed, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Marshal. He has achieved small success as a Marshal.

Motivation: To be a Unemployed again.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Poor, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 700 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (70 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the right. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1100 gp. Silver ewer (70 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (900 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (900 gp).

Description: He likes to wear black tank tops with grey pants. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his whip, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born in the east to a Junk Dealer, Nutae learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He has achieved small success as a Junk Dealer.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has shaved his head bald. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Thamior was born with his father's beautiful face. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Thamior has worked very hard to control his curse. During his travels, Thamior and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Thamior discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Thamior fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Just what you see.