Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Slave. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He wears his red hair up. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. Cairn 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. 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: Wants to work out more often; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 600 gp. Tourmaline (90 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp). Tourmaline (90 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp). White pearl (90 gp). Sard (80 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears just a brown suit. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

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 a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Seebo took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up kukri and armor he uses now. He bought a kukri and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a falchion, but if one is not available he will default to his dagger. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly daggers and falchions. His brass crest, when down, is lengthy. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Rivaan was born with his mother's beautiful face. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record, Attractive. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 400 gp. Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). 4 Alchemist’s fire. 2 Tanglefoot bags. 4 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. His brown hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: 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: Professionalism. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 20000 cp. Obsidian (4 gp). Rich purple corundum (1400 gp). Azurite (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item.