Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears violet painted combat armor at almost all times. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Dwarven culture. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Gardener hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. In his journeys he found a malevolent artifact. He wishes to return this artifact and its corrupting influence back to where it came.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1000 cp. Golden pearl (100 gp).

Description: He wears just a tan suit. His fur is gray and curly. His half smiles and copper eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Hunter arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Two Llamas took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. He bought a warhammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'1" 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 feathered hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Born in the east to a Adventurer, Travok learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered music. He struck the Adventurer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Flogg was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Spice Merchant. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: 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; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 340 gp. Coral (130 gp). Silver pearl (130 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears professional attire. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 pp. 1 Minor magic item.