Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 400 gp. Violet garnet (1600 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Obsidian (11 gp).

Description: This late middle aged woman is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down and is in decent physical shape. She keeps her black hair in a pixie cut. Her green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. Her job bores her to no end. She has decided to make it more interesting.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Stacee has worked very hard to control her curse. During her travels, Stacee and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Stacee discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Stacee fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact; and she's looking for her big break

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'2" northern woman, she tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. Her long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: She was born at the edge of vast island. A gifted student she started as a Sellsword, but she got bored and became a Shoemaker. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Shoemaker.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and she desires to right it; and expand her business

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 130 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (50 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He tends to wear a yellow poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has shaved his head bald. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He got into the Shipwright business at a young age. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has achieved small success as a Shipwright.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insomniac, Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 800 gp.