Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His crest is green, silky, and of moderate length. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 43. 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 accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Tarhun was born the youngest of three triplets. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and regain custody of his daughter

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, In love, Family. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: She is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Marshal. Her auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She is obsessed with her god.

History: She got into the Marshal business at a young age. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Tiefling companion (her 'brother'). She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Marshal for the past few years.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and expand her business

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Religious, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This late middle aged man is dressed in earthy colors with a black and grey handkerchief worn on his right side and is in decent physical shape. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is an amazing painter.

History: Ûkbûk was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 370 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a simple white robe with brown stripes complete with hood. His hair is chestnut and curly. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is mildly Halfling supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Halfling conditions. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Addict, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An older woman who is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, she is not a threatening figure. Her rusty crest is matted, messy, and big. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: Perra was born in the east. At a young age she loved to build and create. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. She has became unsatisfied with her lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 300 gp.