Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Tordek was born with his mother's beautiful face. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Pacifist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 4000 gp. Sardonyx (80 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Jasper (80 gp). Freshwater pearl (9 gp). Banded agate (9 gp).

Description: With blue face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He sports a flattop hair cut. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born in the west. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion.

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jade (70 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp). Blue quartz (15 gp).

Description: This man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized jet on his right hand. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Ishmoz was born with his mother's beautiful face. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Ishmoz took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1900 sp. A roughly beaten golden orb (160 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (700 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (70 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. He carries with him a set of hammers on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. His chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the north to a Guard, Eiravel learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. 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 set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1500 sp.