Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Through the years after Dreali was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Dreali's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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. Dreali 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; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (50 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (50 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving The war was a terrible time for him, and Arannis does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Solid gold idol (1200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Solid gold idol (1200 gp). Solid gold idol (1200 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: A pudgy man standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He very much looks the part of a Map Maker. His golden hair is matted, messy, and big. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Nim hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Nim was raised in a hard working conservative environment. 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 Map Maker. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Map Maker for the past few years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Map Maker responsibilities is difficult; and to be a bowyer again

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 100 pp. Tourmaline (130 gp). Citrine (30 gp).