Description: A pudgy man standing about 2'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light pastel in addition to tight pants. His silver hair is cut short. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Ghaliver has worked very hard to control his curse. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 1000 sp. Rhodochrosite (4 gp). White pearl (100 gp). White pearl (100 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

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 taken from his home at a very young age. He tends to his Performer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Military, Slave. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 7000 cp. Solid gold idol (400 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). 2 Acid flasks.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his whip with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His dark red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Herbalist arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a monstrous two handed axe, but if one is not available he will default to his pickaxe. His silver hair is singed and shortened. He has blue eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Berrian isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Breathy voice

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

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. The war was a terrible time for him, and Morkral does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He got into the Mercenary business at a young age. 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 has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and balancing his hectic life and new mercenary responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 2000 sp.