Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his morningstar with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and is pretty ugly. He has moderate length chestnut hair. His eyes are white and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Zepar liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to reunite with his absent father

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Citrine (70 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Blue sapphire (700 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Red spinel (120 gp). Malachite (13 gp). Black opal (700 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). Violet garnet (1300 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Jasper (70 gp). Coral (120 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He carries with him a set of scimitars, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His fur is gray, silky, and of moderate length. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He hates Tabaxis with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. 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, Kite is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Kite was born with his father's beautiful face. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: French accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An older man who dresses well, wearing yellow shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time, he is not a threatening figure. He has wavy chestnut hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born in the south to a Shoemaker, Tharivol learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. After coming to the age of reason, Tharivol took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Shoemaker for hire.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Passionate, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 200 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp).

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a tan tunic with pastel highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

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. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 2200 sp. Black star sapphire (800 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Emerald (800 gp). 1 Breastplate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull green iron scale mail, and he perpetually has his crossbow ready. He wears his blonde hair down. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

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 terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Flak fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.