Description: He wears a brown costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. He carries with him a set of whips, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is a great chef.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. In his youth he was a Beggar, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 80 pp. Carnelian (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His red eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

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. Hirrathak was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Hirrathak decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He wears a green coat over a red low-cut shirt, and a broad hat upon his head. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His bronze crest is lengthy. His gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. 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. 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: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Elven artifacts is his passion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Persistence. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Nuraval was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Optimist, Logical, Persistence. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 800 gp.