Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is brown and curly. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Odorr was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 south. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Odorr fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Family, Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 600 gp. Alexandrite (1300 gp). Azurite (8 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His white hair is thinning but still full. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Fargrim took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and obtaining odd cultural halfling artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 200 gp. Peridot (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp).

Description: He wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. His rusty crest is still thick. He has gleaming, smiling red eyes.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Gifted from a young age, Bidreked studied abroad. He 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. 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 has a crush on the local Painter; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

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

Possessions: 1900 sp.

Description: He stands about 3'11" and is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and violet handkerchief worn on his right side. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has moderate length blonde hair. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Nuraval was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. 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: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Mentor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 60 gp.