Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull tan iron scale mail. He carries a battered hand crossbow and tarnished mace as well. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Interpreter business.

History: Kildrak hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kildrak fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants revenge against gnolls; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears a colorful flower in his black fur. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Ethereal was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A gifted student he started as a Fisher, but he got bored and became a Mortician. He has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a fisher again

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism, Logical. Bonds: Job, Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a tight fitting tan shirt and pants. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Alvyn was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 500 sp. Lapis lazuli (7 gp). Obsidian (7 gp). Chrysoberyl (120 gp). 8 Acid flasks.

Description: He wears a blue costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Qualen was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Roofer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Roofer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He's also a talented Baker, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 12000 cp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 5'5". He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, and his gloved hand is found clutching a axe. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Wymar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.