Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears baggy blue pantaloons and a green scarf. He has moderate length brown hair. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 14. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Body Guard arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Gimble was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Gimble decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Rose (70 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Tourmaline (100 gp). 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He carries with him a set of hammers, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his chestnut hair up. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Jeweler arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 200 sp. Chrysoberyl (80 gp). Jet (80 gp). Deep green spinel (80 gp).

Description: He wears professional attire. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly longbows and tridents. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His fierce black eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. Zepar was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Actor. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'9". She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs, and her gloved hand is found clutching a warhammer. She wears her golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Ielenia abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. During her travels, Ielenia and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Ielenia discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Ielenia fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: She is greedy; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insane, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 150 gp. Iolite (30 gp).