Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and prefers to wear flannel. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He has shaved his head bald. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 100 pp. Smoky quartz (80 gp). Pink pearl (150 gp). Onyx (80 gp). Hematite (16 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp).

Description: He sports green clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. 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 is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Balimaar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Laborer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 900 gp. Star ruby (500 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). Coral (70 gp). 1 Banded mail. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Masseuse profession.

History: He was born into a rich family. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Bricklayer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Bricklayer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Racist, Addict. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and is pretty ugly. His silver hair is cut short. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Raymond hails from a village terrorized by orcs. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he wants revenge against orcs

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. His hair is black and curly. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 39. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He is a Hag in disguise. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, PTSD. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 29000 sp. 7 Acid flasks. 4 Antitoxin. 3 Smokesticks. 4 Antitoxin.