Description: This woman wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on her right hand. Her hair is white and curly. Her violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes orcs are coming to abduct people. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In her 17th year, her parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Isabella alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and retire the richest woman in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he tends to wear a large brown jacket. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His hazel 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 85. 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 susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Addict, Insane, Fearful, Insomniac. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 2600 gp. Sardonyx (40 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). Golden yellow topaz (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is black and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

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 is a great chef.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

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 he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with green slacks. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Foxilon took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 400 gp.