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 longswords, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Bolg grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Bolg. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His fur is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Elegant fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insomniac. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'1" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a green collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He keeps his brass crest in a pixie cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dragonborn in existence. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bather hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Poor, Job. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 18000 cp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Tanner arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. After coming to the age of reason, Balimaar 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Gifted from a young age, Jak studied abroad. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Halfling artifacts is his passion; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.