Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered violet stockings. He has no crest. His red eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Sethrekar was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Marshal. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Sethrekar was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Disguise kit. 1 Average lock. 1 Average lock.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His black hair is lengthy. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is dressed in a clean violet cloak covering his clean studded leather. He carries a battered crossbow and tarnished hammer as well. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Vlorn speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Server

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is renowned for his bright yellow suits and hats. He carries with him a set of nunchakus, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the east. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Halflings in Dondon's homeland. Dondon decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 6000 sp. Aquamarine (700 gp). Amber (50 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Being a Weaver kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Weaver responsibilities is difficult; 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: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 gp. Rock crystal (30 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.