Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sickle, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the west. A freak accident while working with his Mayor mother left him crippled. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1500 gp. Zircon (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Rhodochrosite (14 gp). Amber (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Mundane, Lazy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his warhammer with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and carries warhammers. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Fletcher. He has worked as a Fletcher like his father before him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Religious. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Chrysoprase (70 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1200 gp).

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He carries a battered shortspear and tarnished kukri as well. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. The war was a terrible time for him, and Efferil does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Efferil was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Efferil 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.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1100 pp. Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Blue sapphire (1200 gp). White pearl (90 gp). Black opal (1200 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 5'4" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his pastel robe. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. 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 inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Family, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.