Description: He stands about 5'0" and wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His white hair is braided into rings. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. 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: Nim was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Wizard, 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 Wizard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Military. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: This eastern man is abnormally tall. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull green iron scale mail. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the left. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Riardon isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Riardon was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Rich. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 800 pp. Peridot (80 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). Azurite (11 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). White pearl (80 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Hematite (11 gp). Rhodochrosite (11 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Blue quartz (11 gp). Red-brown spinel (80 gp). Rose (80 gp). Amber (80 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Soapmaker. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Enemies, Religious, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 300 pp. Silver ewer (70 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp). A small bag of saffron. (70 gp).