Description: He wears a green cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly greatswords and sais. His white crest is braided into rings. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Srorthen 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. Srorthen 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 would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

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.

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Rich. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 260 gp. Obsidian (12 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp).

Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears a green shirt with thin black vertical stripes and blue pants. She wears a colorful flower in her red crest. Her red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She is stubborn though. She always likes to keep a trick up her sleeve. She likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if she feels she even has a chance of losing.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Blendaeth liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Recently she has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: She has decided she is irredeemable.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 200 sp. Amethyst (160 gp). 1 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull violet iron scale mail. She carries with her a set of shortspears on her belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. Her fur, while still mostly beige, has prominent grey streaks. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born to a Map Maker, her mother struggled to pay the bills. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and she wants to meet her childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a crossbow on his belt. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His ears are large.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Qualen 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Red spinel (140 gp).