Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature flail.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 110 pp. Moonstone (20 gp). Banded agate (16 gp). Freshwater pearl (16 gp). Amethyst (100 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep yellow leather and dull white iron scale mail. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. He has gray eyes and a yellow hat with a white feather.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Fortune-teller arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears an entirely yellow suit with tan socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He carries with him a set of halberds on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He has a very tight haircut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Gnome in existence. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Oppleby was born with his father's beautiful face. 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. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Deep blue spinel (1100 gp).