Description: He wears a pastel shirt with thin red vertical stripes and violet pants, and he perpetually has his crossbow ready. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: He was born in a small desert village. Raer was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Raer decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Guardian, Family, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Bullseye lantern. 1 Healer’s kit. 1 Hourglass.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He hates gnolls. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is greedy

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, marred by teas. He has wavy brown hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Namfoodle's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Namfoodle was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 80 pp. Moonstone (70 gp). Azurite (8 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Malachite (8 gp). Emerald (1600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Azurite (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 2'11" eastern man, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy chestnut hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

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 works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He struck the Apothecary job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.