Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1700 gp. Banded agate (15 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1400 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'8". He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs, and his gloved hand is found clutching a scimitar. His brass crest is long and unkept. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Salasar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Sensitive. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 40 pp. Violet garnet (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a blue suit, brown shirt, and tan tie. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Cimer will drive conversation. 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: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Cimer 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. Cimer decided he wanted neither the life of his father 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: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and 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

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Slave, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Blue sapphire (400 gp). Tourmaline (50 gp). Emerald (400 gp). Red-brown spinel (50 gp). Citrine (80 gp).

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and he perpetually has his sai ready. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. 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. Reynard fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 5'2" and muscular, this northern man wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He's also a talented Fortune-teller, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.