Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose violet pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears his silver hair up. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. After a long history of fighting, Trey and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and many giants want him driven away

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1200 sp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his whip with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is a great chef.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 45000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, marred by chocolates. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He comes from a rich western family. 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: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Persistence, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His golden hair is knotted and matted. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. 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: He was born in a small forest village. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ernest fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy blonde stubble. He wears a simple black robe with grey stripes complete with hood. He has a hunchback. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has gray eyes and a black hat with a grey feather.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Server arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 30000 cp. Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Hematite (13 gp). 4 Alchemist’s fire. 8 Acid flasks. 8 Acid flasks.