Description: He wears a yellow small hat and yellow clothes. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Joser was born the youngest of three triplets. Joser was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Joser decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Slave, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 800 gp. Moss agate (12 gp).

Description: He stands about 6'7" and prefers to wear flannel. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His purple hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. A friendly and beautiful Tiefling, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Abad hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tiefling conditions. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Abad was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: He wants revenge against dire rats; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears baggy yellow pantaloons and a white scarf. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in the south to a Masseuse, Nuraval learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Nature, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty pastel coat over it, and he perpetually has his greataxe ready. His crest is red and curly. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Srorthen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Lazy. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His attire stands in sharp contrast to his axe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on 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 will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Weaver hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 400 sp.