Description: He is scrawny and has patchy bronze crest. He wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. He has a hunchback. His bronze crest is heavily combed to the right. His gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Tailor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Azzakh fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Azurite (7 gp). Aquamarine (1100 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His copper crest is still thick. His gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the east. 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 800 gp. Rose (70 gp). Amethyst (50 gp). Black pearl (300 gp). Hematite (15 gp). Golden yellow topaz (300 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Lapis lazuli (15 gp). Azurite (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a trident, but if one is not available he will default to his scythe. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Riardon was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Aristocrat, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Aristocrat in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Carter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: This malnourished man wears a fancy grey suit. His hair is short and red. His white eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He bought a longsword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Just what you see.