Description: Standing 5'5", this man wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a rapier, but if one is not available he will default to his shield. He has golden hair. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He got into the Ploughman business at a young age. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has achieved small success as a Ploughman.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Forgetful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Fire opal (800 gp). Brown diamond (5000 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He works hard and plays hard.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the south. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature hand crossbow.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a fancy tan suit. He has moderate length chestnut hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Erevan lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. 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: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Optimist, Opinionated, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: 4'10" and muscular, this eastern man wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 11 years.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Religious, Job. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He wears a blue wide-brimmed hat and blue clothes. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is brown and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born in the north. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. During his travels, Gennal and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Gennal discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Gennal fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he wants to get laid

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Religious, Has a crush. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.