Description: A pudgy man standing about 2'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a black shirt with thin blue vertical stripes and black pants. His golden hair is heavily combed to the right. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 800 gp. Moss agate (8 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down and is in decent physical shape. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Qualen was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Qualen took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Healer for hire.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and 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

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Job, Nature. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a violet costume with the symbols of the sun god on his torso. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. His ears are large.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Fallond was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dwarven companion (his 'brother'). He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is red, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Korfel was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His parents enrolled him in a Expert school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 17000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He is dressed in an above average manner. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Halfling conditions. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.