Description: This man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on his right hand. His golden hair is heavily combed to the right. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 52. 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 will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Fletcher arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He took after his father in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his father taught him to defend himself. When his father died while fighting brigands, the young Koeth began to lead the lost caravan. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and many brigands want him driven away

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 3000 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He has wavy brass crest. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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 now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and expand his business

Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Military, Job, Slave. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Nordak hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. After a long history of fighting, Nordak and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 340 gp. Jet (130 gp). Silver pearl (130 gp). Peridot (50 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has moderate length silver hair. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 13 years.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to be a dyer again

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 3100 sp. Azurite (8 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). 1 Masterwork manacles.

Description: He stands about 6'2" and tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His lavender fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.