Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has no hair. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Engraver profession.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. 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 Servant. He has achieved small success as a Servant.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a engraver again

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 2000 gp. Deep blue spinel (800 gp). White opal (900 gp). Fire opal (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has green eyes.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft violet waves gently in the breeze. He sports a flattop hair cut. He is baby faced.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He worked as a nervous Ruler and found it very stressful. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new ruler responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He got into the Body Guard business at a young age. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and balancing his hectic life and new body guard responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Job, Family. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 600 gp. Aquamarine (1300 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Tourmaline (140 gp). Silver pearl (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Masseuse work with an outfit from a few towns over. Masseuse work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and to be a miller again

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Military, Job, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.