Description: He wears a brown coat over a violet low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. He carries a battered trident and tarnished hammer as well. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. His ears are large.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Qemuel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 600 gp. Jet (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 4'1" and wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. Sporting a red mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He comes from a rich western family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (11 gp). Moonstone (20 gp). 1 Good lock.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. 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 hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Ahvain was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Assassin hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, In love, Mentor. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. The war was a terrible time for him, and Odo does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 800 gp. Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Banded agate (14 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a green costume with the symbols of the four houses of cards on his torso. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. After months of barely getting by, Laucian managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2100 sp.