Description: This man wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his flail, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He sports a flattop fur cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the east. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 17000 sp.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is a Merchant first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. 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: Eberk was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Merchant 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: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Slave, Poor. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 270 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his hammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. He has wavy red hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Unemployed profession.

History: He was born in a small forest village. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and to be a unemployed again

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Hematite (15 gp). Brown-green garnet (110 gp). Amber (110 gp).

Description: This dark-skinned male wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are green.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. Morkral 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. Morkral 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. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and money/treasure

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He took after his father in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his father taught him to defend himself. When his father died while fighting giants, the young Nordak began to lead the lost caravan. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Nordak was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Professionalism, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 210 pp. Red-brown spinel (140 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Blue sapphire (1600 gp). Moss agate (14 gp). White pearl (140 gp). Banded agate (14 gp). Sard (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.