Description: He is scrawny and has patchy silver stubble. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Map Maker. He has a hunchback. His hair is short and silver. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Travok grew up listening to his father's many stories. Travok abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants revenge against brigands; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents and is in decent physical shape. His black hair is braided into rings. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Fargrim was born with his mother's beautiful face. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Fargrim has worked very hard to control his curse. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 20 gp. Golden yellow topaz (200 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hand crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his warhammer. He wears his white hair 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: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Odorr was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Barbarian, 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 Barbarian in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. 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: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and obtaining odd cultural half-orc artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Guardian, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 200 gp. Black pearl (1300 gp). Amethyst (110 gp). Rose (20 gp). Red spinel (110 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears baggy blue pantaloons and a black scarf. His hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Uthemar hails from a village terrorized by illithids. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Uthemar was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2000 sp. Brown-green garnet (90 gp).