Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, marred by sweets. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the right. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 190 gp.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'1" when asserting himself. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Marshal work with an outfit from a few towns over. Marshal work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 350 gp.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Her silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her eyes are likewise silver.

Personality: She likes to be helpful to her clients. She likes to prescribe proper advice to her clients. A friendly and beautiful Tiefling, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: Her mother raised her in a mountain cabin. Through the years after Sorath was born, her father became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Sorath's father didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He stands about 6'2" and is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has a very tight haircut. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Ghâm is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ghâm fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scythe, but if one is not available he will default to his sickle, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'8" when asserting himself. He has wavy green crest. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. 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 seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1000 sp.