Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a halberd on his belt, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'2" when asserting himself. He has wavy beige fur. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born in a small desert village. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: An older man who wears a fancy tan suit, he is not a threatening figure. His white crest is thinning but still full. His skin is flawless and his red eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Valorean reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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: He loathes his own lifestyle; and money/treasure

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich, Military. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he tends to wear a blue poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is obsessed with his god.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Alex fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 100 gp. Golden pearl (60 gp). Brown-green garnet (60 gp). Red garnet (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a brown coat over a violet low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. This green eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He takes great joy in being the best Junk Dealer in town.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. 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: Balancing his hectic life and new Junk Dealer responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Slave Trader. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He sports a long silver beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Holg grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Holg. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 800 gp.