Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His red hair is singed and shortened. His gray 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 has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Insane. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 290 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He sports a flattop hair cut. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Elven companion (his 'brother'). He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 4000 sp. Black pearl (400 gp). Lapis lazuli (14 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). Hematite (14 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a hand crossbow on his belt. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. After a long history of fighting, Clerebold and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Black opal (1100 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). White opal (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greataxe.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Elven artifacts is his passion; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears skinny pants and wears a black and white robe with the hood down. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Everard is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1300 gp.