Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a simple brown robe with violet stripes complete with hood. His black hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born into a rich family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is typically in his Brewer uniform. His long orange fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. His fierce copper eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when goblins swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Brewer. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Job, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1400 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2200 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His hair is cut close to his head. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Mortician. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He tends to his Mortician job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and a strong sense of loyalty to dwarven people

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is wearing a long, grey cloak. His black crest is greasy and uncared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Salasar grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Family, Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Cook

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 260 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 8. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tarak grew up listening to his mother's many stories. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 19000 sp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp). Old masterpiece painting (600 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (3000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.