Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His fur, while still mostly beige, has prominent grey streaks. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 21. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

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

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 270 pp.

Description: She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and carries scimitars. Her golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fistula fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears dull blue sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sai, just in case. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. 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: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 900 pp. Black pearl (800 gp). Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Amethyst (70 gp).

Description: She wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She carries a battered greataxe and tarnished hammer as well. Her hair is long and red with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small grey clips. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Map Maker born in the past three hundred years. She also is a firm believer in the womanly ideal.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Nurkara grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Nurkara. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nurkara fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Job, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 10000 cp.