Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he usually wears his tan robe and has his monstrous two handed axe always slung over his shoulder. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. This brown eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Brewer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. He struck the Brewer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and 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

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. He carries with him a set of nunchakus on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His purple hair is knotted and matted. His gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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 however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Qemuel was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the west were limited. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 40000 cp. Black pearl (1000 gp). Brown-green garnet (60 gp).

Description: An older man who tends to wear a large white jacket, he is not a threatening figure. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Orc companion (his 'brother'). He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Bounty Hunter; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Black star sapphire (1200 gp). Chrysoberyl (70 gp). Blue quartz (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears bulky brown painted plate armor. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Nalral hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. Nalral was born on a far southern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Painter. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and a deep hatred of gnolls

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 30 gp.