Description: This man wears silk and lounges about seductively. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized sapphire on his left hand. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His green eyes dart from person to person.

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 is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: 5'3" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His hair is chestnut and curly. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his red eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Through the years after Barakas was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Barakas's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Family. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 50 pp. Amber (160 gp). Jet (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Assassin but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Laucian took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. 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: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and money/treasure

Ideals: Pacifist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a black shirt with thin tan vertical stripes and brown pants. He has moderate length black hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Kelter was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Rogue, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Rogue in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Slave Trader hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To protect his home; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Guardian. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 11000 sp. Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born in a small desert village. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Brottor fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 20 pp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (160 gp).