Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 600 sp. Hematite (14 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He is portly but not overly obese. His tied-back hair is silver. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Dreali was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Armorer. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a seamstress again

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Military, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'8" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

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. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents enrolled him in a Warrior school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He wears his silver crest up. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Pijjirik is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: Pijjirik was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; 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: Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 170 pp.