Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He typically wears tan cloth garments or leather armor. He has moderate length blonde hair. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Oppleby liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Oppleby fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To be a Spice Merchant again; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This younger middle-aged man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull violet iron scale mail, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His hair is golden and curly. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Soveliss never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: In love, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1900 sp. Moonstone (70 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 6'3" and prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. 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 has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted, Professionalism. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Mentor, Religious. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 400 sp. 3 Thunderstones.

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, grey shirt, and pastel tie. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Born in the north to a Engraver, Abad learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Blue quartz (7 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Blue diamond (2000 gp). Zircon (80 gp). Jasper (80 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Brown-green garnet (50 gp). Rich purple corundum (1000 gp).

Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His ears are large.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 7 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Rael never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.