Description: Her right side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She usually wears her grey robe and has her trident always slung over her shoulder. Her hair is chestnut and curly. Her eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: She likes to be helpful to her clients. She likes to prescribe proper advice to her clients. She is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In her 20th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Miller.

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 is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 60 gp. 2 Thunderstones.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His hair is red and very short. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Ulfgar lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. At some point he was captured by brigands and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature pickaxe.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is dark red, silky, and of moderate length. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Damakos abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His bronze crest is still thick. His gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Disease, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1200 sp.

Description: He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His red leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his club, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His brass crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He is baby faced.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Valorean will drive conversation. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Valorean took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Hunter they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Beggar, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Secretive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 800 gp.