Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His green eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson grey hat.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Gildmak has worked very hard to control his curse. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Attractive. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Spice Merchant work with an outfit from a few towns over. Spice Merchant work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He struck the Spice Merchant job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Slave, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Healer’s kit.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He wears his red hair down. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: Fargas hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He wants revenge against dire rats; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Healer born in the past three hundred years. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His parents enrolled him in a Paladin school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 5000 sp. Moss agate (4 gp). Sard (80 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp).

Description: He wears a violet coat over a grey low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing dancing.

History: Anverth lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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: A deep hatred of orcs; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Bonds: Family, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 5000 sp. Alexandrite (1200 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). 4 Smokesticks. 1 Holy water.