Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered north to less war torn lands. 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's looking for his big break; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 600 pp. Tourmaline (80 gp). Azurite (10 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Amethyst (80 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp).

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He is physically well-built. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 4000 gp. Eye agate (16 gp). Amber (70 gp). Rose (60 gp). Eye agate (16 gp). Banded agate (16 gp). Deep green spinel (70 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'5" and wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is black and very short. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: He is a Scribe first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Born in the south to a Scribe, Thervan learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. 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 Scribe. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 4000 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (90 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.