Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears a black shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and violet pants. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

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. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A 5'0" western man, he usually wears his blue robe and has his shortbow always slung over his shoulder. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 72. 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 cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Paelias was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, 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 Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. 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: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he feels threatened by others

Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 280 pp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears tattered old clothes. His head has been shaved. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in the east to a Map Maker, Ahvain learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He dropped out of school to support his sick father, and resented it. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His silver hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears an eyepatch.

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. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 4'7" and wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears his red hair up. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Tharivol reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 900 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (70 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (70 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (500 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1200 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (70 gp).