Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His silver hair is cut short. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Raer was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1600 gp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the south. Rael was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Scribe. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his rapier with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has styled his blue hair well, parting it to the right. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep black.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Miner they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Spice Merchant, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Nature, Family, Religious. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is typically in his Masseuse uniform. He is portly but not overly obese. His golden hair is cut short. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Balimaar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He carries a battered longbow and tarnished sai as well. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Kelter's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Kelter was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and many giants want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: Just what you see.