Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Forcas isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tiefling unity. 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: Forcas hails from a village terrorized by giants. A gifted student he started as a Map Maker, but he got bored and became a Spy. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Forcas was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 900 gp. Banded agate (10 gp). Peridot (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He sports a flattop hair cut. His black eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born into a rich family. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Cynical, Greedy. Bonds: Slave, Rich. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears his blue hair up. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. Raam is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Fletcher hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bowyer they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Fletcher, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Family, Religious. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 1100 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (120 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1700 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp).

Description: This slender woman stands about 3'4". She sports tan clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. Her long red hair reaches down to her waist. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She is a Barrister first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Shamil was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and she has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich, Military, Family. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.