Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a black vest and prefers brown and violet shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His head has been shaved. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Guardian, Rich. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 2700 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1600 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (40 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1000 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a warhammer on his belt. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Tharivol was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. In his youth he was a Bellfounder, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol 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, Disciplined. Flaws: Selfish, PTSD. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Moss agate (15 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: This eastern man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His clothes are grease stained in places. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a Masseuse first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 100 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears bulky pastel painted plate armor. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Erdan 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. He found a children's book about a Elf Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 8000 sp.