Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is white, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. He sports a flattop hair cut. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his broad black hat.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing dancing.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erevan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Star ruby (1600 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 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 carries a battered quarterstaff and tarnished kukri as well. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. The war was a terrible time for him, and Nutae does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

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. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Nutae was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 200 pp. Banded agate (15 gp). Amethyst (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.